There was a collective gasp of dread and concern.

“I’m fine. It’s not my blood” I hurried to clear up any misconceptions of the red substance dripping from my head.

“But it’s MINE” Lyla gasped beside me.

Everyone hurried over and started fussing. What a drama queen.

I rolled my eyes as people brought over bandages and disinfectant to treat the hole in Lyla’s shoulder.

“Was she shot?”

“This was supposed to be a supply run!”

Xen, help us out! Get some tea at the LEAST!”

“You should have been more careful, Xen!”

“Why is it you EVERY TIME!”

I decided to make the tea run as people kept talking over eachother trying to find out what happened. Funny, because they weren’t actually giving me time to speak.

The sweet smell of chamomile started to waft which calmed most of them down. Still, I waited for everyone to be silent before I was able to explain.

“So. We got the supplies. Medical stuffs, food stuffs, and even some fight stuffs! The problem is that I found the fight stuffs.”

Everyone groaned knowing exactly where this was going. I grinned knowing no regrets.

“So I started swinging around one of the guns. Unfortunately, it wasn’t on safety, so….” I punctuate the following silence with a sip of my own tea.

When the silence only continued, I figured it couldn’t hurt to elaborate, “I guess I’m a pretty good shot when I’m only foolling around!”

People started shouting and groaning about headaches and idiots. I guess my lovely addition worked.

“Oh. My. God.”

“Why did we ever think it was a good idea to send Xen?”

“EVERYONE ELSE WAS BUSY! Xen does nothing else and at this point there shouldn’t be any weapons left!”

“I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE SAFE!!”

“Does anyone know if chamomile can end my misery of a headache or should I start ‘fooling around’ with a gun too?”

“SO ANYWAY!” I shouted to get everyone’s attention, “I helped her walk over here by putting her injured arm over my shoulder, so that’s where the blood came from!”

They instantly got riled up again, for some reason, so I just decided to head to my room and get some rest.

“I COULD HAVE WALKED BY MYSELF! YOU SHOT MY FRIGGIN’ ARM!!”

“WE’RE NOT WORRIED ABOUT THE BLOOD ON YOU!”

“HOW HAVE WE STAYED ALONG THIS LIVE!”

“GERALD IS MIXING HIS WORDS, PEOPLE! GET IT TOGETHER!”

“WHY US?”

As yes sweet chaos.