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Chapter 3
It was no easy task to haul Aaron to the fisherman's boat.
Marta had one arm around Aaron's waist, supporting him in his half-conscious state. He had an arm draped around her shoulders, and she half walked, half dragged him along, much like the night that she had put the virus in his system to viral him off the blues. He was limping due to the bullet wound in his leg, and his were focusing and un-focusing every few minutes, and Marta knew that if they didn't get him aboard soon, he'd pass out.
"Come on, Aaron. We're almost there. You'll be okay. I got'cha." Marta murmured consolingly. Aaron nodded, and renewed strength seemed to seep into his limbs.
Finally, they made it to the fisherman's boat, and he led them below deck. He cleared a few charts and other papers off of a table, and Marta laid Aaron down across the hard surface. Marta turned to find something she could use to get the bullet out of Aaron's leg, but she felt his hand grab her arm gently. Aaron turned his head to look at the fisherman, and then spoke a few words in the native language, Filipino, and the fisherman repeated the words to his son, who quickly ran off.
Moments later, the boy returned with a first-aid kit. Aaron muttered a thanks to the man. Marta watched him as he dug in his pocket and pulled out a glimmering gold watch. With a jolt, Marta realized it was the watch the manager at the lab in Manila had been wearing. Aaron handed the watch to the fisherman, and the man stared at it in awe. He stammered a thank you out to Aaron, then took his son to the upper deck. Minutes later, Marta felt the boat lurch out away from the docks.
Marta opened the first aid kit, and rummaged around until she found a pair of tweezers, gauze, medical tape, and the other items she needed. She swung her backpack off her shoulders as she walked over to the sink and grabbed a towel, dampening it, and a tray in which she could drop the bullet. Aaron had shrugged out of his jacket, and was breathing heavy. Marta laid the cool towel over Aaron's forehead as she urged him to lay back down. Marta found a pair of disposable gloves, slipped them on, and started cutting a hole in Aaron's jeans with a pair of scissors. When she started using the tweezers, navigating them carefully for the bullet, she was surprised that he didn't even wince a little. But when she looked up, she knew why. Aaron had finally passed out.
Marta found the bullet and dropped it in the tray, and then began cleaning and dressing the bullet wound. She cleaned and bandaged the rest of his more major wounds. When she was done, Marta went back over to the sink and washed her hands, watching the water run red. Not wanting to make him sleep on the hard table, Marta jostled Aaron, enough so that she wasn't dragging him to a bed. She found an empty bed below deck, and eased him into it. She was about to leave and let him sleep-maybe she could find some sleep herself-but she turned back when she heard Aaron's voice.
"Don't…Please…stay…" he trailed off, and his eyes fluttered shut, not even waiting for an answer.
Marta stayed standing for a moment, just watching the steady up and down motion of Aaron's chest that told her he was sound asleep. Then, she kicked off her shoes and took off her sweatshirt. Still in bloody jeans and her tank-top, Marta laid down next to Aaron in the tiny bed. She ran her fingers through his hair and stroked his face, just watching him sleep, until she fell asleep herself, feeling absolutely safe in his company.
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Aaron woke not really remembering where he was or what day it was. It was dark, which was the only indication that it was night wherever he was. Aaron stopped and listened, and he could hear waves lapping and the steady rumble of a motor. Flashes came to him of a motorcycle crash, a fisherman, a boat, and Marta.
Marta.
Aaron looked next to him and saw her. She was sleeping, and she looked so peaceful, her features soft as she slept. Aaron shifted slowly, trying not to wake her. He climbed out of the small bed they had been sharing, and followed the gold glow of several lamps, finding his way to a sink. His leg caused him to limp slightly, but he made it over to the sink and splashed water on his face. He cupped his hands, letting the water flow in before he took several long gulps to quench his thirst. Aaron could feel his stomach rumble, but he didn't want to bother the fisherman till morning.
Not having anything better to do, Aaron made his way back to the tiny room that Marta was in. He climbed into the bed, trying not to jostle it. He leaned against the wall of the boat, and gazed out the porthole, watching the waves outside. He felt himself being lulled back to sleep. Aaron's eyes snapped wide open, when a voice echoed out of the darkness.
"Aaron? That you?" Marta's voice said from next to him. He saw her eyes open slowly, and he reached out a hand to show her that he was right there.
"Yeah, it's me," he said, whispering.
Marta sat up, and scooted closer to him. She reached over and touched the bandages around his thigh where the bullet had pierced his leg. The gentle touch of her hands sent his blood racing.
"How's your leg?" she asked quietly.
"Much better, thank you." Aaron replied, watching her face.
She looked up, caught him staring at her, and looked back down, blush blossoming on her cheeks.
"Marta…" Aaron trailed off, not really knowing what to say. "I'm sorry."
Puzzlement flitted across her features. "Sorry for what?"
"All of this. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be in this mess."
"If it wasn't for you, I'd be dead. I should be thanking you. Not accepting your apology." she said, smiling gratefully.
"Yes, you'd be dead, but-" he tried to argue. He'd almost gotten her killed after he saved her the first time. They'd almost dies half a dozen times since arriving in Manila. As much as he didn't want to let her go, he knew that she was probably better off without him. The longer she stayed with him, the more of a target she made herself.
"No 'buts' Aaron. I mean it." she told him.
Aaron sighed. She was stubborn, he'd learned that, but he still couldn't let it go, because he was stubborn too.
Aaron took her hand in his, loving the softness of her skin. "Marta, when we dock next, I think you should leave without me. I'm gonna get you killed, and I don't want to see you die. You can make it. You're smart. You'd be able to do it-"
"No. I'm not leaving. Not now. Not anymore." she murmured, and Aaron realized how close they were to each other.
They stared at each other for a moment, his blue eyes staring into the beautiful brown depths of hers. It seemed like forever, but then their lips touched and everything disappeared. Aaron forgot everything he'd just said and his heart beat faster. He reached up to gently cup Marta's face, her skin smooth under his rough hands. When they finally pulled apart, Marta was grinning, blushing slightly. Aaron smiled at her, unable to contain his happiness;
It seemed odd that happiness could exist amidst all this chaos, but nevertheless, Aaron felt better than he had in a long time.
Aaron could tell Marta was still exhausted, so he watched as she drifted off to sleep again. And they stayed like that till the sun's warm light covered their bodies' like a blanket.
In the morning, Aaron changed his bandages, and the fisherman gave him and Marta a fresh set of clothing each. Once Aaron had changed into the pair of khaki pants he had been given, he went to the upper deck, and began looking at the maps, trying to figure out where to go next. When Marta came up and greeted him, his couldn't keep the smile off his face. Her hair was pinned up and the blue tank she had on complemented her skin tone. It was difficult tearing his eyes away from her and having to focus on the map in front of him.
"We lost?" Marta asked after a moment, looking at the map, then up at him expectantly.
"No, just looking at our options." Aaron responded, studying the map.
"Oh. I was kinda hoping we were lost."
And at the moment, surrounded by the bluest water, the greenest little islands, and the most beautiful woman in the world, Aaron Cross couldn't keep himself from smiling.
So I hope you liked it!
I was just so bummed to see not a single kiss between them, even though the characters and actors had amazing chemistry. Although, all those little hand-holds between them were absolutely adorable =)
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