A few days later: As we approached camp we realized it had been messed with. I mean like all of are tents moved our items hanging from trees. I walked towards it when “clash” and everything went black. Was I dead or did i just pass out?
I woke up a few minutes later. In the infirmary. I was told my head was bleeding a lot and the cut was at risk of infection. But if it was infected or if it gets infected I would only have so much time to live because there was not the right kind of medicine to cure me.
As I lay there all day my eyelids start to slide shut and all I want to do is sleep but if I close my eyes I may never be able to open them ever again. So, finally I close them knowing what would happen. I closed them slowly knowing what I did was right but then again could this all be avoided if Joan of Arc was still with us?