Talk to Amber

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You make your way towards Amber and take a seat next to her.

“Hey, you alright?” You ask her.

“I'm fine,” she says. “How are the huts coming along?”

You glance back at the pile of bamboo poles not too far from you. “It's going well, we should have at least one of them done by tomorrow,” you explain.

“Speaking of tomorrow,” she says, trailing off with a slight sadness to her voice.

“What?” you attentively reply, putting an arm around her shoulders to comfort her.

“What does tomorrow even mean anymore? We don't know where we are or how we got here, and we don't know if we're ever getting back.” She says, venting to you.

“I get you,” you say. “I have so many questions too, but for now we just have to focus on actually living long enough to see the answers to them.”

“I just miss home,” she says.

“Me too,” you say, trailing off into thought.

“I'm sorry about earlier on today,” begins Amber. “The things is, I don't want people to think of me differently because I have a knife. It goes against my principles as a doctor in training.”

“That's ridiculous,” you say, letting out a little laugh.

“Hey, I just told you something serious and you're laughing at me?” She frustratingly replies.

“No, it's just that having a knife isn't the same as using it,” you reply. “In fact using it isn't even a big deal, it can be used as a tool too!”

“Hm,” mutters Amber.

“You know, sometimes I really wonder how you got into medical school in the first place.” You joke.

“Shut up,” says Amber, a small smile forming on her cute face.

She then holds onto your arm, leaning her head on your shoulders as you engage in a casual conversation with the rest of the group, while she drifts off into a sleep.

“Oh I forgot about the medical kit we got, I can sort out your head.” States Amber, suddenly.

“I'll go get it.” you say.

Getting up, you start to make your way over to the other side to where the two briefcases lie. You accidentally step on someone's leg on the way there, and after realising who's leg it belongs to, you internally facepalm.

“Watch it, you fucking prick.” Says Adam, suddenly standing up.

“Fuck you, it was an accident.” You retort.

“The only accident was when your dad didn't pull out,” smirks Adam.

“The fuck you just say?” You ask, knowing exactly what he said but turning towards him and getting ready to square up.

By now, pretty much every pair of eyes is on the two of you.

“How's your head?” Mouths Adam, with a smirk.

This small gesture absolutely infuriates you. There is nothing holding you back from taking that tomahawk lying several feet away from you and driving it into his skull, except for the fact that **** is a crime and you also don't have the heart to kill another human. Instead, your fists clench up and your heart starts pounding faster as your whole body tenses up.

“Shut the fuck up before I beat the shit out of you,” you say.

You don't think anyone actually saw what he just mouthed, probably how he meant for it to be.

“Hey relax, what happened?” Says Amber.

Without thinking, the pent up frustration is directed to her.

“Why the fuck should I relax?” You reply, slightly louder than last time.

“Forget I said anything,” she mumbles.

You don't know where this attitude of hers has come from all of a sudden when you were fine literally a couple of minutes ago, but it only adds to your rage. Usually she would have more patience and try and figure out what's wrong. This lack of personal attention only fuels the fire of your burning desire to attack Adam.

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