The people of our group bustled around, finishing setting up the tents, putting their belongings inside, washing their sweat-crusted clothes out in the small lake. How long had I been out for? It must have been a few hours if we had finally left behind the desert and found a forest. I sat up, realizing I was still lying on the trailer. I shook my head, trying to clear the fog that felt like it was still nesting in my brain. It was then that I spotted West at his tent. He glanced over at me and my eyes narrowed at him. His left eye was surrounded with a ring of black. My eyes then found Avian. His bottom lip was split. I didn’t even have to ask what had happened. West had sent me into overload again. I’d blacked out. Avian wasn’t too happy when he found out. They’d finally gotten physical. I got up, feeling a little strange still, and went to look for my tent in the back of the truck. It was then that I realized that it was already being set up. To my surprise it was Tuck who was assembling it. “Thank you,”
