(Your P.O.V)
I start to chop down wood with my hatchet, I grab a few sticks and small logs and brought them back to camp.
"Well?" I asked Lara, since that's her name.
"I talked to Roth, he's alive!" She said excitedly, then clutching her wound.
"Here, let me see." I asked her.
She blushes a bit, "No! I'm fine."
"It'll get even worse."
She sighs.
"Fine."
"How old are you?" I ask her.
"21." She answers.
"I'm 23."
She hums.
"Alright, now lay down." She lays down and I lift her tank-top up.
"What are you-?!" I place my hand on her shoulder.
"So I can bandage you up after this. Now..."
I grab my pack, no alcohol, shit, well this will hurt. I take the gauze bandages, I grab one of my arrows and place the metal tip in the fire, I leave it there for a small one minute. The metal tip is hot and is a bright orange, well a little.
"I'm not gonna lie, this will really hurt." I said.
"What are you going to do?" She asks, nervous.
I show her the arrow.
"There has to be another way!" She yells.
"We're in the wild, on an Island, with animals and other types of crazy men."
"Like you?" She jokes.
"Ha, ha. No, I'm perfectly sane.