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Chapter 27

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

"Why am I scared of you? Because you're freakin' scary!"

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I don't know how long I was alone with Phia, but I know that neither of us were a danger to the other at this point. 

 When I found her, her face was deadly pale and she had a knife embedded in her stomach, sword nowhere to be seen. As much as I just wanted to leave her there, I couldn't. Some part of me wanted to make up for leaving Bellamy, by saving her life... maybe it will make her stop trying to kill me.

 I screamed in pain as my shoulder popped back into it's socket, my weight leaning against the tree I used to press my back into. The burning passed quickly, and I sighed deeply, rolling my shoulder. 

 "Okay," I tossed another stick into the small fire I had built, cracking my knuckles. "I'm gonna cut off the top of your shirt?" 

 She gave me a harsh look, so I rolled my eyes as I knelt down, "it's okay, I'm gay... and not an asshole." 

 As soon as the knife was visible, I winced again. It was right in the middle, a little off to the right. I don't think it hit anything important, as she seems to be breathing fine, and doesn't have a fever. 

 I walked over to the fire, kneeling down and sticking the blade into the fire, walking back over to Phia, who didn't look all-that keen on having me remove the knife from her gut. "Okay, this is going to hurt, but you can't move." 

 "Not a problem," she propped her elbows on the ground, aggressively exhaling in attempts to make it look like she wasn't in pain. "Just get this damn thing out of me." 

 Phia wasn't too keen on having me help her. The only reason she did was because she had no choice. I kneeled down next to the girl, placing both of my hands on the hilt. "Ready?" 

 She exhaled sharply, "yeah." 

 "One, two, three-" I slowly pulled the blade from her stomach, making her face turn red in efforts to try and show that she 'was fine'. The wound wasn't bleeding much, although it was hard to tell from all of the dried blood caked on her pale skin. "Apply pressure," I ordered, jogging over and grabbing the warm hilt of the knife, the blade glowing orange. I pressed the flat side onto the wound, making Phia let out something that sounded like she really wanted to scream, but couldn't. 

  "There," I pressed the part of her shirt I had cut off against the raw skin. "Good as new." 

Phia grunted in response, immediately rising back to her feet as if nothing had happened. I lunged forward, grabbing the other knife so that she couldn't get it. Phia rolled her eyes. 

 "Please, Sky-Boy I am not going to kill you." She rolled her eyes like my life was just a small inconvenience to her, "I owe you for this." 

 "Yeah, you could just not try to kill me every couple of days, and I'd say we're pretty even." 

 She didn't respond at first, staring down at the bright red skin on her stomach in thought, cocking her head to the side, "why are you so scared of me, Nathaniel?"