A Plan for The Gala

Nathan, Scarlett, and Leona stumbled deeper into the woods. The sound of chaos from the safehouse faded behind them, but the feeling of betrayal still remained, raw and intense.

Scarlett's breathing was difficult as she leaned against a tree for support, her hand gripping the bandage on her arm. The cut wasn't deep, but the blood loss was enough to leave her feeling dizzy.

Nathan squatted beside her, his eyes scanning the bush for any signs of pursuit.

 "We can't afford to stop for a long time," he murmured. 

"They'll be on us soon if we do not move away from here as soon as possible." Nathan said.

Leona knelt beside Scarlett, searching through her bag.

 "Here," she said, pulling out a small bottle of antiseptic and some gauze.

 "Let me fix that." Leona said stretching out her hand towards Scarlett.

Scarlett hesitated, her gaze flickering to Nathan. He gave a slight nod, and she reluctantly allowed Leona to tend to her wound.