We were no doubt a mile away from the village, but Colleen was way slow.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked for the sixth time. ” Could carry you.”
Colleen sighed, and pulled up the leg of her dress. I saw a huge gash. I gasped and immediately ripped off a piece of my shirt to try to slow the bleeding. She winced as I tightened the knot.
I turned around and knelt down in the dirt. Colleen hopped on and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. It was really tiring carrying her, but I did my best not to show it.
“I’m pretty sure you’re a runner.” She said jokingly.
I half laughed, half panted and walked on.
There wasn’t all that much room for conversation, considering I was straining myself for holding Colleen and walking in the dark down a rough forest path. We finally stopped after a while to rest, but Colleen wouldn’t settle because of her cut.
“You okay?” I asked.