Blood dripped down the side of her face, as she frantically searched for a cot. Everything sounded odd, like it was ringing. She sat down shakily. The medics weren't as busy, now that everyone was healing from the previous battle. She waved to someone working, and said, "Need s-some h-help, m-my ear got sliced off in b-battle," her voice sounded shaky, like she was about to cry. She took a deep breath, waiting for some help.
Irene limped into the infirmary. Her leg was twisted, and she was using sticks as crutches. She quickly located a cot. She sat down, and stuck the sticks under the cot. Thank the gods, there weren't many people injured here yet. She still had a sinking feeling, from watching a fellow camper die, but she ignored it. What happened is done, there's no way to change it, she thought. She shyly called out, saying, "I think I broke my leg!"