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CHAPTER 11

"Pulse!" Leslie squeeled. "I feel a pulse! Jake, b'y, get up. Wake up Jake. Please."

Elsa searched her purse for the baggy she had packed before she left. It contained several herbal medicines and yarrow to stop the bleeding. After giving him the herbs and patching his wound, it was time to wake him up. She pulled out a vial of rum and brought it to Jake's lips.

Throughout the entire tirade, Leslie's eyes didn't leave Jake. He hadn't regained consciousness yet but the rum and herbs were slowly entering his system.

"We need to leave." Elsa said suddently.

"But what about Jake?" Leslie said, astonished by her sudden change of heart.

"The train, our get away, is leaving the station in ten minutes. We must hurry." She said, clearly flustered.

"Okay, take one arm and help me."

They lifted Jake and supported him for seconds before they began taking him down the ladder. It was completely awkward and Elsa's strength was low, so it was mostly Leslie carrying Jake. Luckily, the train tracks were close to the barn so the trek wasn't too terrible.

Once they reached one of the train cars, they loaded the unconscious Jake into the corner, keeping him in a sitting position. Leslie settled in beside him, holding his hand and frequently talking to him. Elsa sat close to them, but not too close. She only sat, knitting what seemed to be a blanket. It was knitted from gray wool and it seemed to be nearly done. How she had fit it into her bag was a mystery.

Elsa's trip was shorter than theirs; she was to get off after two hours and meet her sister in Mount Pearl, but Leslie and Jake were to be on it for approximately six.

It was getting dark, quickly. Elsa and Leslie hadn't spoken in half an hour, her trip was almost over. As it got dark, it got cold. It was almost unbearable and Leslie was shivering and cuddling closer to Jake, continuously checking his pulse.

"This is me," she said as the train slowed. "Make sure that you keep to the edges of the door so that they don't see you when they pass by. And here." She said, handing her the now finished blanket.

"I will," she said getting up, "thank you, by the way. I never really got the chance to thank you, for every thing. You saved his life, and mine. I could never repay you enough."

"It was my pleasure, you got me out of that house. Good luck." She said as she leaped onto the ground and began towards a clump of lights at a steady pace.

Leslie moved Jake towards the side of the train car. She laid him down gently, the way she thought he'd lay down, and laid on top of him; her hand on his chest and her head on her hand.

She had almost fallen asleep when she heard voices. The people came by, peeked inside their car, saw nothing, and left. After a few more minutes they were moving again. They had another four hours.

Leslie quickly fell asleep but was woken and hour later by Jake's stirring. She leapt up off him and sat beside him, starring intently into his face.

"Jake? Jake it's me. Jake wake up." She said to him.

More stirring, and finally his eyes began drifting open.

"Jake!" she said, damn she was crying again. She had never cried from happiness before, it was weird.

"Leslie?" he asked, his voice was groggy and scratchy.

"Yeah, it's me Jake." She cried, she felt so stupid but she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. She just held on, held on for dear life, for fear of losing him again. "Jake you scared the shit out of me. Don't do that ever again."

Despite the fact that he was in so much pain he couldn't see straight, he wrapped his arms around her waist and smelled her hair. It didn't smell like the usual shampoo she used. Actually, it didn't smell at all. But he didn't mind, he was just happy to be holding her.

Once she remembered his injury, she slowly raised from his grip. He willingly let her go and with a wince, adjusted his position.

Hmph, maybe it isn't the way he'd lay down, she thought as he readjusted.

"Leslie what happened?" he asked once he had settled.

"Well what's the last thing you remember?"

"Ha, well getting shot. Actually that's just an assumption so, jumping in front of you to save you from a bullet." He corrected.

"That's where it begins. Thank you, by the way."

"It was my pleasure constable." He said with a wink.

"Anyways, you got shot. Then I threw a frying pan at him and knocked him out-"

"Fierce." He interrupted.

With a wry smile she went on. As she told the story, she stared intently at her hands.

"I realized we had to get away so I helped you get to a barn where we hid, but when we heard voices we ran to the top of the barn. That was when you passed out. So I covered you with hay, but they came in when I ran to the other end of the barn. They grabbed me and took me to the Whiteacre's house. They beat me up to try to get information on where you were but I wouldn't tell them. I wont go into detail, but I managed to get out of my bindings, call 911, pick up Elsa, and revive you."

He looked at her with utter amazement in his eyes. "Thank you Leslie, so much." He managed to say.

"It was my pleasure, Mister Doyle." She said mockingly.

At this point she had settled into his arms, which he seemed okay with. He wasn't bleeding anymore and didn't seem to be in too much pain.

She could feel his eyes on her. She did her best to hold back from eye contact, knowing where that would lead, but finally gave in. She gazed into his eyes; getting stuck inside them, she was trapped.

He leaned down carefully and brushed her lips. Her eyes fluttered open when they parted. That was not his style, he was more the make-out right away type of guy. She didn't mind; it was nice. She felt the Jake Doyle blush creeping into her cheeks.