Micha's face burned to the touch. The adrenaline began to wear off, bringing on a new pain in his leg. Micha shifted so that he could rest Stevies head on his lap comfortably. Night had begun setting in, leaving the horizon to a orange color. The water rocked the raft at a steady pace. Micha unrapped the bandages that covered his wound. The bleeding continued but at a slower rate. Micha knows he needs stitches.