Three – Trouble

June 11, 2018

It was day five. The only way Blaine knew this was because he kept track of every sunrise - every sunrise without Kurt. The sun had risen again this morning. Blaine woke up again under his makeshift shelter without Kurt's warm body next to his. It was a struggle for him to get up today. He was depressed. He was hungry. He was thirsty. He was sore. And he was terrified. But all he had to do was think about what Kurt would want. He would surely get the Hummel lecture if Kurt saw him like this – wallowing in grief and not even capable of helping himself; so, he got up. He forced himself to eat small pieces of papaya – and once he got a taste for it it turned out to be delicious and he ate more greedily. He fetched more water in his coconut cup and took careful sips of the cool fresh liquid. He supposed he needed to wash himself. He was sticky with sweat, sand and grime – he hadn't been in the ocean since he had washed up on shore but it was time. He was beginning to smell himself and that was something that Kurt had an absolute zero tolerance for.

After washing and "drying" himself with large leaves, Blaine put on his tattered clothes and set to make an S.O.S. sign. It may have been cliché and unhelpful but he had to try everything he could to be rescued. If he was rescued there was more chance Kurt would be rescued if he was still…

Well, Blaine put that thought out of his mind quickly and set to work walking on the beach in large swooping paths as a pointed stick drew out the letters. Drawing large letters proved to be harder work than he thought but he finished diligently. He threw the branch down and decided to head inland into the bush – he needed to get away from the sun and find some shade – he could feel his skin burning. He wished he had more clothes or sunscreen. He laughed. What a ridiculous wish, Anderson. He would gladly forgo clothes, sunscreen, shelter, water, even air if he could just have Kurt back.

He was wading through thick bushes and large leaves when he felt pain in his right ankle. It burned hot and shot up his leg. He yelled in pain and looked down to see that his ankle was red and already swelling. "What the hell," he moaned. He moved forward to sit on a rock and inspect his ankle. It was swelling right before his eyes. He had been bitten by something. What, Blaine didn't even want to know but he knew it was more serious than a regular bug bite because he all of a sudden felt feverish and nauseous. It was a good thing Blaine was sitting because it wasn't that high of a fall when he passed out flat onto the ground.

Kurt was lost. He couldn't even see the shore anymore or any ocean. He was right in the thick of the jungle surrounded by trees, bushes, humidity, and bugs. He screeched every time something huge would buzz by him. "God, please, get me the hell out of here," he mumbled. He had been trekking around for two days – he at least knew enough to keep track of the sunsets. All together it had been four sunsets without Blaine. He sighed and decided to rest on a large fallen tree trunk after he inspected it for ants of course. He took some coconut pieces from his pockets and chewed them greedily. His stomach rumbled and he was actually hungry after a couple days of not being able to eat. Luckily this morning he had found a fallen coconut. He had crushed it and split it open on a large pointy rock that he had found. Things were looking up. At least he had food and water as he vowed to follow the stream.

He had just taken another piece of coconut when he heard rustling behind him. Kurt jumped off the trunk and twirled around. He remained quiet and still – the only thing moving was the hard thump in his chest and the only thing that could be heard was Kurt's quickened breath. The bush rustled again. Kurt was petrified. The bush was too short for it to be a human in there so it was a creature and Kurt didn't want to find out what kind. He quietly and slowly started taking steps backwards. He pressed his lips together so that his frightened sounds wouldn't escape. Just breathe, Hummel. It's probably just a bird or something sma…

Before he could finish his thought a head peeked out through the bush. It snorted at him. Kurt was frozen as he tried to figure out what it was. A pig? Its beady eyes stared Kurt down as he snorted again. Not a pig. A boar. A wild boar. FUCK!

It charged. And Kurt ran. He tried to ignore the fact that twigs and rocks were piercing into the bottoms of his bare feet as he ran because if he stopped running his sore feet would be the least of his worries. He could hear the boar very close behind him, running and snorting. Who knew boars could run so fast. Kurt panted but he kept going, the adrenaline allowing him to jump over fallen trees and weave around large rocks. He was losing breath rapidly and now was running into trees, grazing by them as they left large scrapes and cuts on his arms and legs. Panicky tears squirted from his eyes making his vision blurry. He didn't have to look back to know that the boar was right behind him. He stumbled through some thick bushes and found himself back at the shore. He kept running … more like falling until he reached the ocean. He ran and swam in as far as he could. He was sobbing and hyper-ventilating but he was safe because either boars couldn't swim or this one chose to take pity on him. The large black pig was still at the water's edge looking at Kurt and snorting. Kurt closed his eyes and prayed. He was never one to pray but what could it hurt? "Please God, let me get the fuck off this island. Let me find my husband and go home. Please," he whispered. He opened his eyes and the boar was seemingly gone but the stinging in his arms and legs were intense as the salt water infiltrated his wounds. He felt that he would pass out. God, please no. He pushed himself toward the shore; he needed to get out of the water. Just as he reached the sand his legs gave out and his consciousness blacked out.