Chapter One-Hundred and Sixty-Seven
"Bobby!"
Bobby shot to his feet as Penny screamed for him. "What's wrong?" His heart dropped when he saw the absolute terror on the child's face. "Where's John?"
"Bear!" She gasped, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Joey! Get the radios! Get Beckett on the line ASAP!" Bobby grabbed a rifle, jacking a round into the chamber and taking off. "John!"
John screamed in pain as the bear's teeth sank into his side. "NO!" He kicked and punched at her face and eyes, scrambling to get away from the pain. "OFF!" His brain went fuzzy when something in his lower body made a crunching sound and he instantly felt his body go cold. He flinched as a gunshot rang out, his lungs refusing to draw air as his world suddenly went black. "Hurt…"
"John!" A voice echoed in his ears as the weight of what was on top of him was rolled away from his body. "John!" Warm hands were placed on either side of his face, and a strong pressure was held to his wounds. "Holy fuck…"
Something slipped into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone, and soon a voice began speaking frantically asking for help of some sort.
Bobby tore John's shirt away from his body, fighting back his own fear when he saw how bad the surface wounds were. "Joey! Get John's phone. Call Claire." He pressed his hands to one of the bite marks in his side. "Markus! Get on the fucking radio! See if you can get Game and Fish and get a helicopter out here! NOW!"
The two rushed to carry out their orders, knowing that if they didn't hurry John would be dead.
Markus fumbled with a radio, his own panic rising with the image of John's bloodied body laying in the dirt. "Hello? Is anyone out there?"
Levi knelt beside Bobby and tried to keep John conscious by talking to him. "Hey, John, stay with us." He gently supported John's head. "You're gonna be okay."
