Daylight
Pocahontas's POV
"John, please don't die." I whispered as I stroked his forehead. He was sleeping and I knew he couldn't hear me, but I had to tell him to fight. He couldn't give up on me. He just couldn't.
It had been three months since the ship that had carried John to my land had sailed back to England. I hoped that they had made it in time.
Three months. Three months since my life had changed for the better. Three months since John came into my life. Three months since Kocoum was killed. Three months since John was captured. Three months since I had saved him. Three months since he had gotten shot. I sighed. He had refused to return to England and had decided to stay here with me. I had tried to convince him to return for proper medical treatment but he wouldn't leave me behind. And he just kept getting weaker and weaker and was slipping farther and farther from me. Kekata wasn't able to help him. My people had no knowledge of the type of wound John was suffering from. We hadn't even known about guns until John and his friends showed up on our shores three months ago.
"Pocahontas." I turned to find my father. "How's he doing?"
"Not very good. Father, he can't die now!" I sighed with tears springing into my eyes.
"He'll survive. He's not going to give up, Pocahontas. If for anybody, he'll fight for you." Father said and I hoped with all my heart that he was right.
John's POV
John, please don't die.
I knew Pocahontas was talking to me. I wanted to move, but I knew that if I did, the pain in my side would just stop me.
Pocahontas. It was Powhatan. He came regularly to check on me and so did Thomas, Nakoma, and Kekata. How's he doing? I knew that when Kocoum had been killed, Powhatan hadn't liked me very much, but when Pocahontas saved me, he finally knew that there was nothing he could do to stop our love. He spared my life and in return, I took Ratcliffe's bullet for him. I didn't regret that. And I didn't regret staying. I could never leave Pocahontas. Never. Not even if my life depended on it, like it did then and like it did now. I heard Powhatan leave.
"Pocahontas?" I asked and opened my eyes.
"John! John, are you alright?" Pocahontas asked. I nodded, though my side hurt. That wasn't new. It had been that way for three months.
"I'm fine." I answered.
"John, the ship hasn't returned yet." Pocahontas said quietly.
"Pocahontas, it took us four months to get here the first time." I said and I saw Pocahontas's eyes flicker with worry.
"John, the possibility of you lasting that long is very low, you know that." She said and I knew she was right. She was crying by then and I gently wiped them away.
"It's alright. You'll see. They'll get back in time, I know they will." I said, trying to calm her down.
"I hope you're right, John. I hope you're right."
ONE MONTH LATER
Pocahontas's POV
"Pocahontas!" I turned to find Nakoma.
"Wingapo, Nakoma!" I said cheerfully.
"How's John?" Nakoma asked.
"He's…well, he gets weaker and weaker with each passing day. I'm scared, Nakoma. I'm afraid to leave his side. I'm afraid that if I do, the next time I see him, he'll be gone." I said as unwanted tears welled up in my eyes. The mere thought of losing John was more than I could bear. Nakoma hugged me.
"Oh Pocahontas, John isn't going anywhere. As long as he has you, he'll survive. That man loves you more than you know, Pocahontas." She said.
"Thank you, Nakoma. I hope they return soon."
"As do I, Pocahontas. As do I." I smiled and left. I went to my canoe with Meeko, Percy, and Flit not far behind. I was off to Grandmother Willow. I knew that she was just as worried about John as I was. I paddled into her glade and smiled.
"Pocahontas! I'm very happy to see you!" Grandmother Willow exclaimed as I climbed up onto her stump. "How is John?" I sighed.
"He's just getting weaker and weaker, Grandmother Willow. I fear that if I leave him, I'll come back and he'll be gone. But more than anything, I fear that if the ship doesn't return soon…"
"Pocahontas, you and I both know that John'll pull through this. Listen with your heart. What does it tell you?" I closed my eyes. Then all at once, my eyes shot open again.
"Something has happened!" I said.
"What?" Grandmother Willow asked.
"I don't know. I don't know if it's good or bad! Grandmother Willow, I'm fearing the worst right now. I've got to go!" I said and took off running for Jamestown.
...oOo...
I ran to the settlement as fast as my feet would carry me. I had the worst feeling in the world. I ran into the settlement and ran to the cabin where John had been staying for the past four months. I stopped when I reached the door. Thomas and someone else that I didn't recognize were talking. I opened the door a little and listened carefully.
"Why didn't he leave? Why was so foolish?" The man that I didn't know asked Thomas. Thomas looked uneasy.
"He…well…" He started. I stepped into the cabin.
"He didn't leave because of me." I said. The person turned.
"Pocahontas, this Dr. Walker. He's the doctor that's going to save John."