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I woke up to see a new bandage on my arm. This one was crudely made, and it didn't look very clean.

I sat up. My head was throbbing, and I still felt terrible. But my temperature was gone, and I felt considerably better than before I passed out.

I slowly unwound the bandage, expecting my injury to be alot worse. I unravelled it to see a horrific sight.

But then I realized it was just moss, and not my arm. I peeled the moss of, sighing in relief and smiling at what an idiot I was.

Underneath the moss, My arm looked alot better. The swelling had gone down considerably and the veins had gone back to their usual colour.

I was about to reach out and touch it when someone came running through the bushes, yelling at me.

"DON'T TOUCH IT! I SAID DON'T TOUCH IT!!!"

I watched the figure with interest as it stumbled to a halt. My hand stopped halfway towards my cut and I sat there, frozen, staring at the person.

 

Do you want to be the slightly demented person who has just almost trampled Stephanie?

 

She was extremely pale. Her skin looked almost... Green. Maybe it was just the light, but she looked an extremely light green colour, almost white. Like someone who is about to be sick.

Dark glasses obscured her eyes from view. I wondered why on earth someone would bother to wear sunglasses here. The constant clouds of smoke and pollution meant it was hardly ever bright enough.

As she walked over to me, I noticed the strange clothes she was wearing. Her long, flared trousers fluttered in the breeze, and the sleeves of her shirt looked ripped so they would be short enough to not go past her hands. Her shoulder length auburn hair looked quite untidy. It looked like it had been hastily chopped off to keep it out if the way.

It was strange. Her outfit was so mismatched, like she had just grabbed whatever she could get her hands on and ran away.

She walked over to me with her hands outstretched, like I was a small animal that she wanted to come closer. Then I realized she was holding some berries.

The berries were bright orange, and about the size of a large cherry. It was spherical in shape but had little bumps all over it.

I had seen these berries a couple of times before, but I had always thought they were poisonous. I took one from the girls hand and stared at it suspiciously.

"Eat it."
"Excuse me?"
"Eat it. It will help."
"Help?"
"Yes..."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure..."

The girl looked at me like I was crazy, or plain stupid. She sighed exasperatedly and stood there, waiting for me to do something.

I looked at the berry one more time, put it in my mouth and shut my eyes, waiting for the worst to happen.

 

 Hannah it's not for fashion reasons