One - Wrecked
June 7, 2018
Blaine could hear waves crashing very closely and he felt wet and achy, like he had been hit by a truck and a hurricane. He could also feel the hot sun beating down on his battered body. He lifted his head; clumps of wet sand clung to his cheek as he began to cough. His mouth spurted water out and without warning he vomited onto the sand. With a whimper, he rolled over to lie on the beach, gasping. What happened? He tried to think but his head was throbbing. All he could remember was the boat and he and Kurt were huddled… OH GOD, KURT!
"Kurt," he tried to yell but his voice eluded him. He coughed again and sat up painfully. He looked around and could only see beach, ocean and lush green trees. "Kurt!" There was no response. "Kurt," he screamed louder and got up to his knees. His head was swimming, literally. He felt a jolt of pain course his back as he tried to stand. "KURT!" All he could hear were waves crashing and birds screeching high above. There was no sign of his husband. He took a couple steps on his shaky weak legs. There were tears streaming down his cheeks now as the panic forced itself into his heart in alarming realisation. He screamed again and again as he wandered aimlessly down the beach, "Kurt… Kurt… KURT…"
Kurt sat on a rock. He was trembling with fear – fear that Blaine was gone and fear that he would be stranded here on this land forever. His clothes were tattered. He had been wearing navy Bermuda shorts and a turquoise short-sleeved button up. His shorts were frayed and his shirt looked more like a tank-top. He was wet and thirsty and worried. His voice was hoarse from the hours he had been wandering and calling for Blaine. He dropped his reddened face into his hands and sobbed. What happened? Where is Blaine?
He thought back to what he could last remember. They had been on their yacht and had decided to have dinner inside the cabin as the Captain told them there could be strong winds and tropical rains. So Kurt had prepared a simple but delicious dinner of fish, rice, and salad. They sat side by side by candle light and gazed outward through the windows at the gathering clouds while they fed each other bites. The boat had been swaying and rocking harder than usual so they decided to put away the dishes and hop into bed to snuggle for the night. Kurt guesses they must've dozed off because when they woke up, water was in their cabin and the boat was practically on its side. He had been frantic. Blaine had been frantic. He remembered the Captain screaming at them to put life-vests on; Blaine had managed to help get him into a life vest before he was torn away by violent waves. They had been separated. Kurt screeched for him but he was gone.
His head lifted as he heard the waves crash violently against the rocks. The last thing Blaine did was put this life vest on me … he looked at it crumpled on the sand. He saved my life before… before… He stood up quickly, "BLAINE," he yelled. The panic was setting in. Kurt couldn't fathom living his life without him. If he's gone I may as well just walk straight into the ocean. His mind was inconsolable, his heart was ripped apart, and his soul was lost. He crumpled to the sand as desperate sobs left his mouth. He cried himself into a frenzy before drifting off to sleep as the waves came crashing into the rocky alcove.