First LOTF Fanfic I totally love this book weird huh?
Reviews welcome ^_^
In this fic no one has died and Ralph doesn't hate Jack nor vise versa
I watched the movie today in English class because we finished the book and for some reason this Fanfic idea popped into my head.
ONESHOT
It had been months since the boys crash landed.
Ralph had taken it upon himself to just let everyone go on their merry way. No one was chief anymore, it seemed pointless. Jack still had his little tribe, but that was about it, no more animosity.
Piggy was the only one besides Ralph who liked to stay near the huts, the only reason they kept the fire going now was for warmth at night when the nights were cold.
The pigs on the island had been reproducing quite fast which meant there was an abundance of meat and game for Jack and his hunters to kill and the boys to eat.
If only it had turned out so well…
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Jack lay in the hut with Ralph sitting right next to him.
Jack apparently had slain a weaker pig for himself to eat and the mother of the pig for the hunters and the rest of the boys. Little had Jack known his pig was infected with a disease of some sort which in turn had given Jack a very bad stomach virus.
Jack lay on a bunch of jackets and clutched his queasy stomach. Sweat poured down his face. Ralph placed a wet washcloth on the sides of his face to get rid of the sweat. Jack coughed weakly.
"It's your own bloody fault," Ralph said. "You ate that damned pig."
"Sucks to the pig," Jack moaned. "How was I supposed to know that it was poison…"
Jack then sprung up and in an uncontrollable fashion vomited partly on the sand and partly on Ralph.
"Ah that's bloody disgusting," Ralph cried out and took off his longer pants. "You wretched all over me!"
"I can't," Jack coughed. "Help it…"
Normally Ralph would've said "Sucks to your auntie" or something along those lines right about now, but he saw the genuine sorrow in Jack's eyes and decided to drop it.
Ralph re-wet the makeshift washcloth, which was really just a torn piece of a shirt soaked in sea water and this time left it on Jack's forehead. Jack was wearing nothing but his pants and underwear to help bring the fever down.
"Am I going to die?" Jack asked.
"No." Ralph replied.
"Good," Jack replied. "Because damn if I don't feel like I am already."
"It's only a stomach bug," Ralph said. "Be thankful you weren't taken short instead of wretching all over the place constantly."
Night was just starting to fall and Jack had fallen asleep. Ralph shivered a little and pulled his jacket closer to his small body.
He looked over at Jack who was also shivering, but more violently then Ralph. Ralph sighed and took his jacket off, taking another one out from under Jack and placing both of them on his body. Jack stopped shaking as much and he looked as if he was almost smiling in his sleep.
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Ralph awoke the next morning to Jack lying down but awake. The sweat no longer dripping down his face.
"You alright," Ralph reached over and felt his head, the fever had certainly gone down but it was still there. "You seem well."
"Better now," Jack half smiled. "Still a little queasy but I'm not going to vomit again."
"Good." Ralph laughed.
Ralph turned to leave, but then felt Jack squeeze him around his middle in a hug.
"Ralph," Jack said. "Thanks."
"Oh," Ralph replied. "You're welcome I suppose."
"My mom and dad never took care of me when I was sick as a kid at home," Jack smiled. "You're the best doctor I ever had."
"Thanks," Ralph smiled. "Now rest, you should feel well enough to hunt tomorrow."
"Don't even mention hunting," Jack groaned. "I don't think I'm ever eating pig again!"
Ralph only laughed and went out of the hut to see the others.
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