Time skip: Jess' POV
I... didn't feel so good.
My stomach hurt so bad- even though I hadn't eaten anything.
I was just about to sit down-
When I collapsed into the grass, vomiting.
And who is the first person to rush to my aid?
Lukas.
He ran over, asking me if I was okay.
Of course, this just made me vomit more- his presence making me sick.
It's not like I hate him-
It's just that I can't bear to look at him without feeling fear.
He didn't do anything bad, either-
It's just me.
Just me and my twisted self- not bothering to even mention the fact that I-
"Jess?! Are you okay?!" Asked Lukas, panicked.
"I'm...... fine..." I coughed, drawing away from him.
"No, you're not." He growled. I felt him scoop me up in his arms, walking me to our camp.
Small time skip- Lukas's POV:
I walked Jess over to a jet-black horse, gently placing her on top of it.
"Stay still. Don't fall off." I huffed, walking to our camp.
I quickly grabbed our bags, preparing to head home.
"Lukas?" Came Petra's voice.
I ignored her.
"Lukas, you can't just run away from your problems like a-"
"Jess is sick." I growled, slinging the bag over my shoulder.
"What?!" Shrieked Petra. "What happened?! Is she alright!?"
"I hope so. I'm taking her home." I huffed.
I walked off without another word.
Time skip: Jess' POV-
"Can you ride slower?" I groaned, my grip on Lukas tightening.
"Sorry, Jess." He sighed, batting a skeleton aside with his sword. "But going any slower would be a death wish. This is the slowest I can go without any of us getting an arrow to the heart."
He had put his jacket around me since I was cold, and his striped shirt revealed a white gash in his shoulder.
From where he risked his life for me.
From when he almost got an arrow to the heart, himself.
I felt like crying.
"Jess.... is there anything you wanted to tell me?" He asked, the clomping of horse hooves growing louder.
I thought about how guilty I've felt-
How awful I've felt about going on this trip and ignoring him.
I would tell him... eventually.