Chapter 5 – Unconscious
So this chapter is new, too. That's why it took me some time to type up – I wanted to make it seem authentic.
It's a little on the short side – partly because I wanted to continue typing "Just Some Dimensional Mishaps", too.
Marcus was feeling groggy.
Well, groggier than usual, that was – and staying awake seemed harder. He blinked wearily and reached up to rub at his eyes with his hands. He had only just got one hand up when he abruptly jerked it away as he realised how cold it was. When had that happened?
Not only that, but since they'd stopped talking about an hour ago, Marcus had felt the onset of a headache – but he put it down to too much time in the sun. As he lowered his hand, he squinted at it. He closed his eyes and exhaled, trying to ignore his rising nausea. He shouldn't be feeling so sick, dammit! He'd already eaten what little food he'd had on him – and he still had his bottle… But what about Dalton? Had he had any food or water?
"… Dalton…" Marcus said.
"Yes?" He turned.
"… Here." Marcus handed the bison-man his bottle of water. "You need it more."
"Thank you," Dalton smiled.
"Yer welcome," he mumbled.
"Are you okay, Marcus?"
" 'm fine," he slurred.
And with that, Marcus slumped to the ground.
"Marcus!" Dalton exclaimed as the man suddenly collapsed.
Almost immediately, Dalton was by his side and took his wrist and checked for a pulse. When he found it, he almost cursed. It was so weak. Why hadn't Marcus mentioned anything to him before? Why had he waited? Why had he – Dalton scowled, realizing that he was wasting time. Marcus' life was hanging by a thread, and Dalton refused to let him die. Not on his watch.
Oh boy, sorry Chapter 5 is so short. Hopefully, I should be able to upload the first chapter of my next story soon. And what do you think of the new cover art? – I drew it myself!
Until next time, stay safe everyone!