Walk it off, asshole

Fear and trepidation filled Isaac as he scrambled through the woods. It had only been a few minutes since she had sent an emergency text, which in turn was a few minutes after the pair had been separated. Isaac continued to curse himself, an ever repeating mantra of self-loathing and nonconstructive hindsight. With his cellphone in hand, he cleaved his arm through thick underbrush; not that he needed the light, his demonic eyes were more than enough for even the pitch-black night... but even stopping to put his phone away seemed like too much hesitation.

He shook off his thoughts, and counted his blessings, when he spotted Maria holed up in the hollowed out trunk of a tree. To anyone but him, she would have been easy to miss, hidden in shadows and covered in damp leaves. Breathing a sigh of relief, Isaac slid down the side of the gully towards her. He didn't need darkvision to see Maria's eyes visibly light up. A warm smile erupted on her face, full of excitement and relief. In turn, he was sure his grin was obvious to her, as well.

"Are you okay?" Isaac called out in a half-whisper, half-shout.

"Yeah! I'll live!" Maria replied, her smile degrading into a light wince.

Isaac knelt by Maria's side. He rested his hand on the leaves near her chest, and feeling their dampness made his heart skip a beat. He pulled his hand away and saw blood on his palm.

Maria grunted, "Don't worry, it's not that bad," before giving a smile. "The leaves were damp to begin with," she said, reassuringly.

Isaac frowned. "You'll be okay, then?"

"Yeah. It's just a flesh wound, I promise! Damn beast caught me off guard," she explained.

Isaac wiped his face with his sleeve, and reached out his arms to help her up.

"But, I think my leg is broken, slipped on my way down to my hiding spot. Can you check?" Maria asked

"Oh... uh," Isaac stammered. Maria's hollow was now noticeably brighter from Isaac's glowing eyes widening in worry.

"Right. Let me take a look..."

He carefully removed the leaves from around Maria's left upper thigh. His worried expression turned to confusion, then anger. Instead of a leg injury, all he found was Maria's hand, below her waist, thumb and index formed into a ring with her other three fingers outstretched.

Isaac turned to Maria with a scowl. In turn, she gave a guilty smile, and a "Gotcha!"

He sighed. "You're fine. Walk it off, asshole."