My vision is slow to be restored as I start to come to. I feel the cold of the ground on my side as I lay sprawled upon the ground and its contrasted by the warmth of the liquid dripping down my side. I can feel it trail upon my skin as it drips into the dirt below. I’m too weak to move and cant help wonder if this is how it ends for me. As my vision is restored from the fog in my head, I start to remember what happened. How you, Little Red, were scared off by the attack by the bear.
I muster all my strength to lift my head to look for Little Red. I need to know if your safe. But as I look from side to side, I can’t see any sign of you. I guess part of me was hoping that you would have come back for me after the bear ran off. But here I am alone, cold, and bleeding. I stumble to my feet and find that they can just hold me. They shake and I want to give in but I know I must not give in.