Bianca's POV

I woke up in Marcus's arms.  Well, arm, actually seeing as one of his is deformed.  I yelled and pushed him away.  Instantly he sat up.

"Wha?  Who?  Where?" he asked frantically.  Then he saw me.  "Oh."

I crawled outside the tent, stretching once I wasn't constricted by the close confines of the small tent.  Marcus came out after me, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"So I guess now we need breakfast," he said. "And also something to drink," he added after a second.

"Yeah," I replied. "Is there any more trail mix?"

"Yeah, a little bit," he told me.

"Is it enough for both of us?"

"Possibly. If we both eat small breakfasts."

"What about the granola bar?" I asked.

"Um, let me see," he said. "Yeah, I think that'll help." He broke the bar in half and gave half to me. Then, he divided the bag of trail mix into two equal parts.

We ate our breakfast in silence. Once Marcus finished his, he pulled out the navigation device and began to fiddle with it.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm trying to fix this thing," Marcus replied not looking up.

"Oh," I said simply. I didn't want to distract him just in case there was a chance he could fix it. Instead, I went into the tent and grabbed the book I'd brought with me out of my backpack. I turned to the right page and began to read.

Marcus's POV

I messed with the navigation device for about an hour with no results. Finally, I threw the thing down angrily. It was pointless to try and mess with that stupid device any more.

"I give up," I moaned. "We'll never get out of here."  Angrily, I kicked a big rock hard, and immediately followed with a cry of pain.  "Oh that hurt.  That really hurt," I said grabbing my foot to try and stop the pain.

"Then don't do stupid things," Bianca called from inside the tent.  I stuck my tongue out at her, which she didn't see because she was in the tent.

When I tried to walk, I found I couldn't put pressure on my foot.  Maybe kicking that rock was a really bad idea.  I managed to limp over to the big rock and sat down on it.  I took off my shoe and sock to examine my foot.  What I saw was this: my toes were all swelling (with my big toe swelling the most) and were bruised.  There was bruising on the other parts of my foot too.  It appears I can kick harder than I thought, I thought.

I immediately knew I had to elevate it and preferably get some ice on it too. The tent would be the best place to lay and elevate it, but I had no clue where I would get ice. I grabbed my backpack, which was right next to me, and did a quick inventory. Book, flashlight, telescope, thermos water bottle, rope- wait, water bottle! I grabbed it out of the backpack and twisted the lid off. Inside I found a bunch of ice. The bottle was another invention of my dad's, designed to keep ice from melting. I rummaged through my bag and found a little plastic bag with pain medicine in it. I quickly swallowed a pain pill dry, then emptied the bag into the backpack and filled the bag with ice.  I put it on my foot and winced at the coldness and at the slight pain that I felt, but I kept it there because I knew it would help.

The next order of business: elevate the foot.  I needed to get to the tent and put my foot up, probably on my backpack.  I knew I couldn't walk, and the tent was too far away for me to limp.  I only had one choice.

"Bianca," I called, "I need your help."

Bianca's POV

I was in the middle of an action scene when I heard Marcus's call.  Reluctant to put the book down, I kept reading until I heard him call again.

"Alright!  Geez, I'm coming!"  I walked outside the tent and froze at the sight I saw.  Marcus was sitting on a rock with his shoe and sick off and he had ice on his foot.  His foot looked terrible, and I realized it must have been from whatever he'd been yelling about earlier.

"Good, Bianca, you're here.  I need you to help me to the tent," Marcus said wincing.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I was stupid.  I kicked a big rock really hard."

"Wow," I said, mildly impressed.  "I didn't think anyone could be that stupid."

"I was frustrated, ok?" he said angrily.  "Now could you just help me?"

"Ok, ok!  I'll help you."  I went over to Marcus and he put his arm around my shoulder.  Slowly, we stood up.  With his arm around my shoulder, Marcus hopped to the tent.  Once inside, he lay down with his head on his jacket.  I took his backpack and propped his foot up on it, putting the ice on the foot.  I was about to go back to my spot to read, when he stopped me.

"Hey Bianca?  Could you hand me my book?"

"Sure."  I got his book out of his backpack, carefully maneuvering around his foot, and handed it to him.

"Thanks," he said.

"You're welcome," I replied.  "Now don't do any more stupid things like that."

"I won't," Marcus promised.

"Good," I said, and I went back to my book.