Survival Of The Fittest

She watched him as he swung the staff. It made conact with her head as she hit the ground hard. Sure the visions were gone, and hopefully she would be ok. Her hands bled for a while. Her bag was unzipped and it always had its stock of medical supplies. After a breif moment, Nevera's breathing returned to normal as the blood stop flowing from her eyes and begun to dry.

As much as scott didnt want to hit her, he did. He avted on those ever so reliable impulses again, But this time he hoped they would turn out good.

Acting franticly, he pulled nev up off the floor and haphazardly lifted her onto his shoulders in what can only be described as a firemans lift.
He still had his bag over his shoulder now along with nevs too, and he held the bo staff in one off his hands. Hopefully the staff will act as some sort of support instead of hinder his progress.

He thought back to what nev had said 'were all going to die'. It made him wonder, was it hallucinations, or was it her giving him subtle hints that shes going to try and kill him. Really he didnt want to dwel on it, like most things he'd already come accross on this island. He'd have to stop bottling things up.

((Continued in: There's Always Hope))

Her eyebrow twitched a bit as she felt herself being moved. Not awakening, she seemed to grab a firmer grip onto Scott's arm so she wouldn't fall.