#Chapter 165: Capture the Flag
Ella’s POV
 
“Anya!” I dropped to my knees beside her, eyes widening as I took in the sight of her ankle. It was already turning purple and swollen. “What happened?”
 
“Someone—” She hiccupped through her tears. “Someone shoved me from behind. I didn’t see who it was.”
 
I glanced around, but there was no one nearby. Whoever had done this was long gone. “Can you stand?”
 
“I don’t think so.” Fresh tears spilled down Anya’s cheeks. “The event is starting in five minutes. I have to drop out. My family—”
 
“You’re not dropping out.”
 
Anya blinked at me. “What?”
 
I stood and shrugged off my jacket. The event rules didn’t say anything about contestants needing to be able to walk, did they? Just that they needed to participate.
 
“What are you doing?” Anya asked as I started tying the sleeves of my jacket together.
 
“Making a sling.” I tested the knot, pulling hard to make sure it would hold. “You’re going to ride on my back.”
 
“That’s insane. You 

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