Slowly, and cautiously, I peeked my head around the corner, wanting to make sure it was safe to come out. The first thing I saw was Amina, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, giving a small pant from the effort. Then I saw Eve, but Amina must've taken his shirt off so she could get to the wound, because now his chest was bare, his shirt was next to him on the ground, and he had bandages wrapped around his middle, the knife lying on the ground. It was quite a few feet away, as if Amina had thrown it instead of placing it down. Seeing that it was safe to come out, I pushed myself up to my feet, and rushed over to Amina, making sure she was okay before kneeling next to Eve. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was deep and shallow, signaling that he was asleep. I gently brushed some hair from his face, feeling terrible. A hand was laid on my shoulder again, and I placed my own over Amina's, gladly accepting her silent comfort even though I usually wasn't much for touch. "He'll be okay. Those bandages should stop the bleeding for now, but he might need stitches." I didn't say anything for a moment, lost in my own mind. "...we should stay here and let him rest. We can't risk him getting injured again." "And we should probably take a break ourselves." I nodded, and we fell into a comfortable silence, letting ourselves rest with Eve and keeping our guards up in case more attacks were to come.
