"She's already dead."

The huge pile of leaves cushioned my blow, but the fall didn't hurt any less. Cloey rushed to my side, "Oh my God...you're bleeding!"

I flinched as I got up from my laying position, "No shit Sherlock."

Dylan jumped down from the tree and took off his shirt. He looked at Cloey, "Take off her top."

I held my arms down and whispered to Cloey, "I'm not wearing a bra."

Dylan sighed, "Nothing I haven't seen before...just take it off." 

I frowned and shook my head but the pain in my head intensified. I touched my forehead and my eyes widened as I looked at my fingers that were now red with my blood

"Katie, take it off," Dylan commanded.

I scrunched up my face in pain as Cloey helped me take off the shirt. My face flushed red and I looked away from him as he wrapped his shirt like a bandage around where the snake bit me on my shoulder.

"You've gotten a lot bigger since five years ago," he commented after he finished addressing the wound.