Sean pursed his lips at her sneeze. “I have a lighter in my pocket. You can use it to light some firewood for warmth.”

Natalie’s eyes brightened at his words. “You have a lighter? Why didn’t you collect some wood and build a fire sooner then?”

“I can’t walk,” Sean muttered as his gaze landed on his crooked leg.

Her eyes widened as he followed his gaze. “Your leg-”

“It is broken,” Sean interrupted and finished her sentence. His nonchalance made it seem like they were talking about dinner instead of discussing his broken limb.

Natalie’s voice shook as she commented, “No wonder you said you can’t walk.”

“Oh, both my arms are dislocated as well,” Sean added.

Natalie took a deep breath and looked at him in pity. “Damn, that’s really unlucky of you.”

She had merely suffered minor scratches and cuts from the fall.

The state of his injuries were shocking.

 

lightly, Sean said, “Yes. I was very

to place himself beneath Natalie as the branch snapped. She was relatively unscathed because he had used his own body

 

that in a million years; yet, he did not feel

have gone

self-deprecating smile appeared on

walked toward him.

just above my thigh.” He

awkward at the placement of his lighter. She felt reluctant

Sean looked at her and teased, “Why? Are you scared you’ll touch something

at him. “Who says

immediately reached her hand into his

I could care less

inspected the lighter. Though it was out of shape, it worked fine, so Natalie sighed in

me here,” she said to

The fresh air in

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