“Hmm.” I quickly flicked my head around in sight of any wood. I found a few loose pieces from the damage, and piled them up. As I was making the fire, I remembered all that my Grandma used to teach me. I smiled as I worked, because I thought of past memories; ah, how I miss them. And her.
I got some jewellery off of myself and left them in the fire for a while. Sadly, I had to use my own fingers to take them back out. I quickly grabbed them off the corner of the fire, then placed them on my wound. I grunted painfully as the heated metal touched my skin, but in no time, I was better.
“Oh Marcus you’re the best!” I tilted my leg as I looked at my now ‘healed’ leg. Well, it had stopped bleeding and was now a dark scarlet instead of a rich red.
“Are you good too?” I ask him.