[center][h2][color=gray]Evan Whitman[/color][/h2][/center]
Evan smiled weakly as his friends approached him and tried to comfort him. He appreciated their kindness but it only made him feel more insecure and embarrassed. [color=gray]"Alright... Thanks guys,"[/color] he said in his usual quiet voice. He followed them back into the camp, hiding behind the other two in hopes of not drawing more attention to himself. He looked towards Cassandra once they have arrive, waiting for her to go get the splinter kit. 

He took a seat on a conveniently placed stump, and stared down at this hands. 1...2..3... He counted 9 splinters total on both of his hands. He should have worn gloves. Or maybe he shouldn't have volunteered at all. He ended up only being a burden and didn't help at all. He sighed for who knows how many times today alone.