Campers

Joan Sanders and her family went camping every year around this time. her two daughters had put up some resistance this year, feeling that as 18-year-olds and highschool seniors, they shouldn't need to 'subject themselves' to her nature fetish. Frankly, Joan had the feeling that Tara and Laura's **** had more to do with this being the first year there father wasn't along for the trip. The yearly nature hike had been David's idea to begin with, and, despite, no, in spite of his tragic **** in an auto accident 7 months prior, it was a tradition she was determined not to abandon. They had even gone a coupe weeks early this year, in an effort to cheer the girls up.

The trio had been in the woods for three days, during which the fun the girls had belied their earlier resistance to the trip. Joan was fishing in the brook while the girls swam when she heard the screaming. She couldn't make out most of it, both the word 'help' came through loud and clear.

Immediately, Joan, surged to her feet, yelling at the girls to get out of the water. She took off at a run towards the source of the scream.

As she came into the clearing, Joan nearly tripped over John's prone form, catching herself before she fell on him or into the gaping pit to one side. Kneeling down, Joan quickly spotted the gash is John's head, and pulled out her phone. As she frantically tried to dial 911, the still wet sisters appeared at the edge of the clearing. Tar quickly ran to John's side, ripping at her towel to try and make a bandage.

"Don't use that, it's got creek water all over it, you could give him an infection," said Laura, stopping Tara from wrapping the towel strip around John's head. She looked around for anything to bind the would, and her gaze settled on her mom's shirt. "Mom, I need your shirt to make bandages. It's the cleanest thing around. Sis, get the first aid kit from camp."

Distracted trying to get a signal, it took Joan a second to register the request, but then she quickly pulled off her shirt. Laura ripped it up, wrapping John's head with the expertise of a trained paramedic, which both she and Laura were, having both trained hard since they had decided to be EMTs. They were both determined that no one else would die because they didn't know what to do.

Satisfied with her wrapping job, and determining that John was as stable as he was going to get for now with her limited supplies, she joined her mother trying to get a signal, while Tara, having retrieved the first aid kit, headed back towards them.