She nodded, leaning back. "With no screaming too," she said. "That's an achievement. How's your head?"
"Better. Softer light helps, I've learned. It's probably be gone by tomorrow," he said, laying back on his stomach.
"No, I'm alright. Best to save them for something more important in the future." He rested his head on his elbow, looking towards the entrance.
"Okay. Let me know." She reached into the bag and pulled out some bandages and some antiseptic. "Feels nice to have all this stuff back," she said, unwrapping her bandages on her side.
She glared at him playfully as she cleaned the stitches. "Please do not joke about flesh-eating bacteria while I'm cleaning the threads that are literally holding me together," she said darkly, wrapping fresh, white bandages around her waist again. "It's terrible for morale."
"Mm," she said, unconvinced, and finished her work. "That sigh seemed too big for a joke that was underappreciated," she said, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye as she pulled her bag into her lap. "Everything okay?"
"Tense. I never want to spend this much time in a forest again. It's also a bit stressful with what's happening, cause things will be so different."
"I know what you mean," Poppy agreed quietly, pushing her bag off to the side. She pulled her legs to her chest and rested her forehead on her knees. "I mean, what do we do when we get out of here? Do we just stick with Evan's group?"
"Hopefully," she said, sighing. "It's all just such a huge mess." The sun began to rise on the horizon, banishing the shadows in the forest. Poppy took a deep breath and turned to Francis. In the early light of the morning, he would be able to notice the dark circles under her eyes. "So, the plan for the day is to get the briefcase and then wait for them to break the perimeter, yeah? Is that it?"
"That sounds right. Where did they say it was? West wing?" He thought for a moment, sitting up. "I have no idea where that is."
"The lab was in the west wing," Poppy said, slightly melancholy. "I know where it is. Do you think we should pack up before we go? Like, the tent and everything?"
(Ugh, it's so hard to find actors that fit my characters.) "We should leave it just in case. Once we get the item, we might need to get back here. If we don't, then I'm sure they have extra tents."
(OMG, I know! It took me hours to find all those actors and actresses for Pirates. Are you looking for Francis?) Poppy hesitated, her gaze straying away in thought, and then she nodded. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense," she amended. "We could head out now if you wanted to. All the scouts are by the stream." (I'm kinda wondering where to go with the plot after they get out. Do you have any ideas? I can make up a story if you want me to. Also, this is just a suit advertisement, and it's not quite right, but maybe something like this? Spoiler: Francis )
(Currently, I have no idea what to do after they escape, but I'll try to come up with something.) "That's probably a good idea." He grabbed the weapon he took earlier, and moved towards the ladder. "Leave when they're distracted. Huh. Hopefully this will all work out." (OH MY GOSH that looks almost exactly like how I imagined. I've been looking for so long, but I never thought to look at advertisements.)
(Woohoo!) "I have good ideas sometimes," she responded, pausing at the edge of the deck. "We should probably go down by tree," she said, walking towards the dense branches. "We don't want them to stumble across the ladder while we're gone."
"Alright. After you." He motioned towards the tree, checking to see if the ladder was secure and wouldn't fall back down.
