Tensions were running high. They had been trapped in the small, cold log cabin for 5 days.
Stephanie was better, and mainly stayed with Paul and Amy all day, because the males were getting into a lot of fights, over the stupidest things. She and Amy usually hid during the fighting. Of course they had small arguments, that couldn't be prevented, but the four males never held anything back. The lounge was trashed, except for the couches.
"Oh god Steph, quick, let's hide, they're gonna fight," Amy said, grabbing Stephanie by the arm, dragging her out of the kitchen . Stephanie found that she was right, and they quickly hid in a closet. It was about as welcoming as diving into a snow drift in summer clothes. They huddled together, listening to the males fight.
"This is the worst it's ever gotten," Stephanie whispered. Amy could hear the concern in her voice, and knew Stephanie was worried about her husband. Amy was worried about Matt. Between them, Paul and Chris could kill both Matt and Jeff, because of their size.
"Yeah," Amy said. They heard an extra loud thump. As they continued to fight after an hour, Amy broke down in tears. Stephanie held her, but Amy knew she was about to cry as well.
"I'm going out there," Stephanie said to Amy.
"You can't, it's dangerous," Amy told her," you'll get killed.
"I don't really care anymore," Stephanie said. Amy looked at her. Stephanie got up, and opened the cupboard door, when the fighting stopped.
"C'mon, Amy, I think they've stopped," she said, and climbed out. Amy followed her cautiously.
When they walked into the lounge, Amy gasped. All four men were sprawled out on the ground, unconscious, and covered in their own-and each others blood.
"Matt……," Amy gasped, and ran over to her boyfriend, wiping the blood away from his face and resting his head in her lap. He didn't move at all, and she looked at Stephanie, who was kneeling over her husband, trying to wake him. She watched as her friend finally settled for cleaning the cuts in his stomach and forehead with a damp cloth.
Amy got up, and placed a pillow under Matt's head, and pulled a blanket over him, and went over to Jeff. He wasn't hurt as bad as Matt, and came around when Amy shook him lightly. He sat up and looked around, slightly dazed.
"Woah……," he said in a dizzy voice. He looked around, and collapsed against Amy. She put a pillow under his head.
"Lie down, I'll be back in a minute," Amy said to Jeff. She stood up and went to where Stephanie was
cleaning a cut in Chris's arm, and knelt down beside her.
"You okay?" Amy asked Stephanie.
"Yeah, Chris needs stitches…so does Paul," she sighed, " can you get the rest of the medical kit for me, I'll do them now, while they're out." She continued to finish cleaning the wound in Chris's arm, till Amy came back with the half full medic kit, and then proceeded to bind the cut with a row of neat stitches. Amy winced, and went away as Stephanie started to stitch the wounds in her husbands stomach and forehead. She couldn't bear to watch it, so she sat next to Jeff and talked to him, and pulled a blanket over him when he fell asleep. She got a fright when Stephanie tapped her on the shoulder, and jumped about a foot in the air.
"Geez, how many times do I have to tell you, don't do that!" Amy laughed.
"Many," Stephanie grinned at her, "hey, you want some help to get Jeff to bed, he'd be better off there."
"Sure," She said, and shook Jeff.
"Uhh…..what's going on? Where are they….," He mumbled wearily.
"C'mon, Jeff," Amy said, draping his arm over her shoulders, Stephanie did the same, and they helped him to his feet, helping him to his room. "You can go back to sleep now," Stephanie said, as he closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
