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***Gilligan's pov***

Image after image. It's almost like that day that I was hunted by Kincaid hasn't stopped since it happened. I sink to the floor with my back to the wall of the hut that Skipper and I share.

"Gilligan?" Skipper says softly. He kneels by me. "Little buddy, you have to talk about this."

"I can't." I say, looking at the ground.

"Please trust me. It'll help a lot more than you think it will if you talk." he says.

"Skipper, I can't talk about it. I just can't.. too many things happened."

"Alright. Go to sleep, then."


The next morning, Mary Ann sent me to find a type of flower that is supposed to be good for some foods when I accidently overhear a conversation between the Professor and Skipper.

"The only logical reason Gilligan would be hiding this is that he doesn't want us to see him suffer." the Professor says.

Can't they see that the reason that I won't tell them is because they'll freak out? Can't they see that they can be so overprotective? How do they not know any of that?

"But we do, Professor. We can't just pretend that this isn't happening." Skipper says. There's so much worry and fear in his voice, just like the Professor's.

"No, we can't. But he has to come to us though. It could happen at any time, though, so just be ready."

"But how? How would we know what to do?"

"It just depends on what he does." the Professor says, after a minute of being quiet. "If it's you that he goes to, which I think it will be, you'll know. Just be gentle."


The next few days are a blur. I still relive being hunted at random moments. Until the day that Skipper finds me at the lagoon, my fingers running over the sand.

"Gilligan, little buddy, what are you doing?" he asks.

"I'm sorry, Skipper." I say, looking away. "I tried to stay strong for you. For all of you. I tried, but I can't do it any more."

"Why did you have to be strong for us?" he asks, his eyes watchful, taking in every detail possible, like always.

"Because you're all so protective. If I said what I was really thinking, then you would probably freak out." I say.

By then, I can't stay as calm as I was. Skipper wraps his arms around me as I cry into his shoulder.

"I guess that makes sense. But you really shouldn't have kept this to yourself." he says.

"I'm sorry." I whisper.

"Stop apologizing." Skipper says. "You're alive, Kincaid's locked up, everything's going to be alright."

"Okay." I say, pulling away slightly from him.

I get up, followed by Skipper. "Let's go back to our hut, okay? It's late, and you need sleep."

"Thank you." I say softly. "You've always been my comfort. You're like my big brother."

"Good." he says, smiling. "You're like my brother, too."