Stacy walked back into the cave with the skirt of her dress full of berries that survived last night�s blizzard. Christian was still asleep next to the fire. He was lying on his back with his arm behind his head replacing his pillow. Stacy shook him a wake. He looked up at her. It felt nice for him to wake up every morning to see her beautiful face.
� Have a nice sleep?� She asked him. � Yeah, but it would have been better if I wasn�t shot.� He replied. �Well, are you hungry? �Cause I have some berries here that I just picked, but I don�t know which ones you can eat or not. You�ll have to help me pick out which ones are edible.� Said Stacy. Christian crawled up to her as much as he could. He started to pick out the bad berries from where they were on her dress, and throwing them into the fire.
When they had eaten most of the berries and putting the rest away, Stacy checked on Christian�s wound. The cut was forming a dried blood scab, but it still bleed when he moved. It hadn�t yet started to get infected so Stacy didn�t worry too much about it. |
