Oliver Mcdonald lay on the ground, a sword protruding from his gut. His breathing was ragged, but at least he was alive. For how long, though, none of his friends could guess.
Skye Verso wrapped her hands around the hilt of the blade while Dove Paloma squeezed Oliver's hand. Kai Verso held bandages ready for the moment the sword was extracted.
“3… 2… 1…” Skye yanked the sword out and it clattered on the grass. Kai immediately set to work, bandaging the stab wound as fast as his fingers would allow.
Oliver was becoming limp in Dove’s arms, but his breathing was steadying. She let out a sob-sigh and began to sing their old joke, quietly.
“Ol’ Mcdonald had a farm-” her voice cracked.
Kai smiled crookedly and continued the whispered song, “E-i-e-i-o.”
“Shut up,” whispered Oliver’s barely conscious form.
“Let’s get you to the infirmary, Ol,” Skye said meekly.
He tried to say something but passed out before a sound left his lips.
Kai heaved his friend onto his back and wobbled a few steps forward before the girls took over. They took Oliver to the infirmary while Kai limped around the green helping other injured fighters.
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