...~~*To Die For: Part 7 - Infected*~~...

It had been two weeks.

Your little house was nearing completion.

You were running out of supplies fast.

You needed first aid.

While you lay in a hammock made of a fishnet that he had found while hunting fish, he was continuing to construct your home.

You could see the purple-yellowish color around the bite.

It never even began to heal.

It had swelled, making it hard to walk.

There was at least a 2 inch radius around the bite that was turning a sickly yellow.

You knew you needed help.

He was going to get in the raft and go back to the mainland looking for supplies later in the day.

As he prepared for his trip you lay around, unable to do anything with your leg in its state.

He had created a makeshift crutch for you out of a few branches and vine.

God, how many vines could one island have?

You lay silently, gently removing the bandage around your leg and using what was left of the disinfectant on the wound.

It stung, you couldn't lie.

You actually found yourself crying with pain.

You could see he was upset with himself.

He blamed himself, you laughed it off and told him it was an accident.

"shit happens" you'd tell him.

He'd smile and laugh with you, but you could see he still felt guilty.

If you looked at the wound hard enough, you could actually make out each of his individual teeth.

It was a lot worse than you played it off to be.

That evening he crawled into the raft while you slept under the cover of the house he built you.

You weren't sure when he would be back, or how long he would be gone.

You just slept.

You hadn't dreamed of the monsters for a while.

You had only dreamed of those colors.

Some nights they were brighter than others.

Other nights you saw more white than anything else.

He had told you that on those nights you had been very weak, close to death even.

You believed him, feeling the toll of it when you woke.

When you saw mostly black, you were scared.

Something about it made you wary.

It was off...

Something about it wasn't right.

You would subconsciously play it off, thinking you might be laying on the bite.

Thank god you weren't about to find out what it was.

Not yet anyway.

No, because you slept like a rock when you were sick.

Hopefully he would bring antibiotics for you...

You wouldn't like what you'd see if you woke...

Maybe one day he'll be there to tell you...

Maybe one day youll wake...

Maybe one day, you'll be terrified...