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El lays on her back screaming out in pain from her leg. We all crowd around her not knowing what to do.
"What is that?" Erica takes a closer look at the lump that's moving under Els leg
"There's something in there" Mike states
"No!"
"Jesus Christ" Dustin mutters from behind me
"Keep her talking. Keep her awake, okay?" Jonathan runs off to one of the fast food restaurants
"Hey, hey, hey. Stay awake, stay awake" Mike tried to reassure El as she's still crying out in pain
"Let's get her on this side" I help shift El so she's resting with her back between Mikes legs
"Easy, easy, easy"
"It's, uh... You know, it's not actually that bad. There was a... The goalie on my soccer team, Beth Wildfire, this other girl slid into her leg, and the bone came out of her knee, six inches or something, it was insane" Robin rambles on obviously from being in shock and not knowing how to comfort herself
"Robin" Steve looks up at her
"Yeah?"
"You're not helping"
"I'm sorry"
Jonathan comes back holding a big knife.
"Okay. Alright, El? This is gonna hurt like hell, okay?"
"Okay" El says as she looks at the big knife but trusting Jonathan
"Need you to stay real still" Jonathan puts on clear gloves and hands over a wooden spoon "Here, you're gonna want to bite down on this, okay?" Mike takes the spoon out of Jonathan's hand and places it into Els mouth
Jonathan begins to move the sharp end to the wound on Els leg
"Holy shit. Holy shit" Dustin brings to freak out
"Do it"
"Okay"
He begins to slice open a part of her infected wound. Everyone is kneeling down and watching him carefully with El screaming out in pain. Once he cuts open El, Jonathan puts the knife down, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath and begins to put his fingers inside the cut to try and get the moving lump out. Els whole body tenses up and some of us look away in disgust.
I turn away from the sight as it grosses me out and I feel like I'm going to be sick. Steve notices and comes up besides me.
"You okay? You look a little pale? Do you need anything?" He asks me inspecting my face and searching for an answer. I look at him once more and lunch over to the nearest trash can and puke my guts out. I feel his hand rub my back as he makes sure my hair isn't in my way. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and look back over at poor El who's still screaming out in pain.
