"And you're alright?" 

Andrew asked sagging against a tree for support. Who cared if the tear in his shirt brushed the bark, the tree was already drained. The cut in his arm stung and he repositioned his weight. He swallowed with the pain, the color drained from his face. He wasn't getting home to bed soon enough to get any rest. Out here, in the creature's mess would just have to do. Angel could go on and track the monster herself. She would kill it, he was certain. She was relentless. He sat down against the tree, the sky spun above him, it was better with his eyes closed.