What If That Was One of Us?

We fought some of these two headed dog things, like cerberus, dogs from some sort of hell pit, and they bit at least three of us, making us need some kinda cure, made from corpse flowers. Least that part was clear at least. What we needed to do.
 
Well we found the flowers, guarded by some kind of shade, a shadowy ghost who guarded the flowers around where it died.
 
It hurt Lottie, bad.
 
She went back to camp looking sick and tired, an idea I never really thought of before now. One of us dying out here? To these beastly fuckers who bit us, to anything out here. Anything could be the end of any of us.
 
Left unburied and unmourned in the middle of the road with nobody there to even bury us.
 
Dead, blood soaked into the earth - Cursed blood in my case - Pure blood in the case of everyone else.
 
None of them deserve that to happen to them, me, well maybe I do, but I'd rather not be thinkin' of that...
 
 
That shade could have been any of us, it could have been all of us. I can't let that happen to us - They gotta be kept alive, or at the very least, at the most unfortunate of things, they gotta be mourned and buried. Let rest easy.
 
Lottie almost died, muscles withering away into dust - I struggled to even just keep folks alive and in the light of a torch.
 
I Almost failed at that. We will need to be more careful.