AN: Rated T for Tits.
Travis quickly began shouting commands to maneuver the vessel towards the life jacket's position.
Please be okay. Please be okay. He prayed to any god that was listening. I'll never be mean to her again, just please, please let her be okay.
"Rachel, Will, Clarisse, when we get close dive down and find her." He quickly coordinated the rescue team comprised of the strongest swimmers.
It took only a few minutes to circle back around yet it felt like hours. Travis struggled to stifle the overwhelming panic that was growing in his chest. His thoughts lead to the worst case scenario; he imagined retrieving her lifeless corpse, burning her shroud, telling her siblings he was sorry that he failed them. Adrenaline coursed through his veins and he was the first one to dive in after Katie.
He hit the water with a painful splash and opened his eyes, ignoring the painful sting that accompanied that action.
Down to his left he saw a glint of red. He furiously kicked towards the sinking unconscious girl. Her red hair glistened, floating in the current, a stark contrast to the turquoise water of the ocean. She had her arms outstretched in a desperate attempt to return to the surface. A stream of bubbles followed in her wake as the girl sank further and further into the depths. Her eyes were closed and she looked peaceful, this made Travis even more alarmed and he grasped her wrist towing her back towards the sunlight.
The others saw Travis with Katie in tow and swam back towards the boat. When he got close everyone grabbed them and hoisted them onto the boat. Clarisse doing most of the heavy lifting.
Travis fell to the deck next to Katie, who was still unconscious and showed no response to resurfacing. He didn't even bother to check her pulse and quickly began preforming CPR. He tilted her head back lifting her chin. His mouth enveloped hers while he pinched her nose and transferred his breath to her. Her chest rose and he repeated the action once more.
He placed the heel of his hands on her chest and began to do compressions. Tears streamed down his face mixing in with the salt water of the ocean as he felt her ribs break. His curly brown hair became unstuck from his forehead and flopped in his face and he furiously continued the cycle. Everyone gathered in a circle around them hoping for the best. All was silent except for the gentle lap of the waves against the boat.
Finally, water gushed from her mouth as she took a breath of her own. She quickly rolled over to her side and began coughing up water. Travis fell back, leaning against the side wall of the vessel. He was numb and exhausted. He saw Rachel pull Katie into a sitting position and drape a dry towel around her. Will frantically grabbed ambrosia and nectar out of his bag and began coaxing Katie into nibbling on some.
Clarisse quickly took charge and steered the boat back towards camp while Pollux helped arrange the sails.
Katie went into another coughing fit and let out a cry of pain as she clutched her now broken ribs.
Travis cringed, feeling guilty even though he knew he shouldn't.
Perhaps it was only his imagination, but it seemed like his dad helped the ship move faster. They had arrived at camp fairly quickly. Travis pulled himself together and carried Katie bridal style quickly towards the big house. Will followed in his trail and other campers paused staring at the unusual sight. Her body was limp and he heard her struggling for breath as her head rested against his chest.
Travis burst into the big house and quickly headed towards the infirmary.
He set her down gently on a freshly made bed and her towel unwrapped itself revealing her freckled body underneath. Will came to the other side of the bed and quickly began gathering supplies.
"Travis broke some of your ribs so I'm going to have to bandage them."
"Can't even feel me up properly." Her voice was hoarse but her typical mischievous humor remained. Her eyes glinted as she smirked at Travis.
Travis sighed still feeling guilty, Will stifled a laugh.
"Alright doc, bandage me up." She insisted.
There was an awkward pause until Will coughed. "Well, I'll have to remove your top."
Katie was looking at Travis at that moment when Will informed her of her involuntarily strip.
Her red hair tumbled over the stark white pillow and her red freckles were vibrant as ever and for a brief moment she looked… vulnerable.
She quickly regained her composure and resumed her usual banter. "Would you like to stay as well Travis?" She waggled her eyebrows.
Travis blushed and looked to Will. "Shouldn't one of your sister's take care of her instead?" His voice sounded harsh and accusatory, not what he intended.
Will attempted to argue but before he could retort Katie cut them off. "I don't mind." She insisted.
Will looked too excited in his opinion. Travis felt this strange pain growing in his chest.
"Thanks for protecting my modesty, but it doesn't-" She was interrupted by a painful cough. Travis could hear the water sloshing around in her lungs. "-matter to me." She replied with forced casualty grimacing slightly.
Why did he even care so much? Who cared if Will got to be the one to touch her breasts? He imagined what it would feel like to caress the soft tissue; to gently wrap the fabric around her chest tightly, but not too tight. The way her breasts would be squeezed together struggling under the tension of the band. Glancing at her freckled skin he wondered if her freckles extended even across the parts of her chest that never saw the sun. Her breasts were the perfect size, not too small but not too large either. Nice and curvy, probably the perfect size for his hand to-
He whipped around mentally slapping himself. He was ashamed that his thoughts had even been lead there. He blamed it on exhaustion and his natural sense of protectiveness. He just wanted to make sure she was okay of course. Leave it to Katie to fuck with his head.
"Well then, feel better Katie." He strode out of the room not glancing back.
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