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***Skipper's pov***
"Gilligan!" I say, watching as he falls to the ground at the same moment that Kincaid's gun goes off.
Kincaid laughs evilly and looks at Ramoo. "Come on, Ramoo. He's probably dead or about to die. No more challenge."
They go to the lagoon and the noise of a helicopter starts and starts to fade.
I go to Gilligan. There is a blood stain in his shirt over his heart. "No. You can't die. You have to live." His eyes open and focus on mine after a few seconds. "Gilligan, please.. please don't leave me. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"I can't promise that. I love you, too. You'll learn how to manage without me." Gilligan manages to get out before his eyes close for the last time.
My eyes fly open and I immediately see Gilligan on the cot above me. I sigh out of relief that he's alright.
"Skipper?" he whispers. "What's wrong?"
"What do you mean?" I ask, getting up.
The sun is starting to rise, causing the clouds in the sky to turn different shades of pink and orange. The light is enough to let you see all the huts that we built when we first came here.
"You were talking in your sleep. I woke up when you said my name."
"Nightmare. Not that big of a deal. Everything's going to be fine." I say.
"What was it about?"
"It was about Kincaid. He shot you. You died."
"Skipper, why didn't you tell me you had those nightmares? I let you be there for me. I can do the same for you if you let me."
"I don't know. Maybe it's because you've already had these nightmares and I don't want to bug you with mine?"
Before I can say anything, Gilligan stands up and puts his arms around me.
"You're not going to bug me." he whispers. "I'm fine."
"You weren't though. Gilligan, little buddy, I couldn't take the chance that it would bother you." I say.
Gilligan pulls away quickly. "Remember how you told me to not keep anything to myself?" There's a silence before he continues. "I know you do. So why don't you follow your own advice?"
There's no good answer to that. I don't even think there is an answer to that.
"I'm so happy you lived. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"I don't know what I'd do without you, either. You're my best friend."
"Are you sure you're alright?" Gilligan asks that night, looking at me.
"I'm fine. If anything else like that happens, you'll be the first to know, okay?" I answer.
"Promise?" His blue-green eyes are staring at me with the most serious tone I've ever seen in them.
"I promise."
"Good. I hope you keep that promise."
I smile. Gilligan may be one of the most innocent people on the planet, but he has a talent of knowing when something's wrong with someone and what to do to make whatever that problem is go away.