"It's a crude fix, so deal with it. We'll get you to a hospital later."
"Got it," Andrew replied, his eyes never leaving her face. "What about you? Are you still hurting?"
Emily stood up abruptly. "Drop it. We need to move. They'll sweep this area in no time."
Andrew rose in silence, his large hand wrapping securely around hers.
"What are you doing?"
Emily jerked her hand away on pure reflex, leaving his arm suspended awkwardly in the air.
The moment she did it, a sharp pang of guilt hit her. Given the hellish situation, treating him like an enemy felt incredibly petty, especially after he had just hauled her up a mountain on his back. Her reaction seemed unnecessarily heartless.
Andrew slowly lowered his arm, an amused smirk playing on his lips. "You were fine riding on my back two minutes ago, but now holding hands is where you draw the line?"
Emily pressed her lips together. "Just lead the way. I can see you. I don't need you to drag me."
Andrew let out a quiet, unreadable chuckle.
"Alright. Let's move."
The woods were silent now, but neither of them dared to lower their guard. They pushed forward at a blistering pace.
The relentless sprinting triggered a fresh wave of vicious cramps in Emily's stomach, accompanied by sharp stings from the cuts on her own arms. Swallowing her pride, she gritted her teeth and suffered in silence, desperately trying to match his stride.
Andrew looked completely unfazed. He dominated the path ahead, his footwork as effortless as ever.
Emily was biting the inside of her cheek until she tasted copper just to keep him in her sights. She found herself grabbing onto tree trunks to stay upright, her ragged gasps starkly contrasting his controlled breathing.
Andrew halted suddenly, stepping right into her space. "Look at you. Why are you torturing yourself?"
Emily kept her head down, jaw locked tight. "Keep moving. I'm fine."


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