Honeymoon Part 3.
A Prayer
By: Kelly®
Summary: Abby can't find Carter, what else?
Disclaimer: These are not my characters. End of story.
"John?" she whispered, "John.
Abby had never been so worried in her entire life. Not when she worried about her brother, not when she worried about her mom, it was worrying about John that made her skin crawl. She was beginning to shiver. Shiver. Even though the water was warm and the midday sun was beating down on her face she still shivered.
"John." She pleaded.
She wasn't sure who she was talking to. All she was sure of was she wanted John back. People began to swim to an island, the only island nearby. The only island nearby seemed to be miles away, but Abby was sure it was less than a mile. She was glad she could swim. Abby wanted to swim to, she couldn't. She couldn't leave John. Alone. Afraid. Helpless. Abby was drifting away from the sunken wreck. She fought the waves as she struggled to reach the plane.
John, John, John, John. She repeated in her mind as she swam closer to the plane.
When she drew nearer she dove into the deep blue depths of the ocean and grabbed hold of the plane ten or so feet down. She tried to open the dented door that had closed itself, but it was stuck. She was running out of breath. She swam to the surface, took a gulp of air and dove back down. As she went down she saw out of the corner of her eye a man swimming towards her. She screamed, "Help me!" to him and with out another word went back under. This time the door gave way. Inside people's belongings were strewn about and Carter was nowhere in sight. She was running out of oxygen but she pushed forward.
Abby was confused. She saw John come out of the plane behind her, what happened? Where was he?- She cut herself off as she pushed aside a jacket only to see John's lifeless looking body laying there. She let out an extinguished cry. She tugged at John's limp arm and in doing so looked down and saw John's shoelace stuck to the emergency exit. Abby pulled off his shoe and took him under the arms.
"This is my honeymoon-our honeymoon" she corrected. "It's going to work out, I promise John. I love you."
She hoped some way, some how he could hear her. The man she had seen before came shooting onto the plane and took John's arms. The weight lightened considerably. They exited the plane and reached the surface mere seconds later. Abby and the man breathed heavily and sped towards the island. Abby thanked god she knew CPR and hoped she could resuscitate John when she reached the island. She prayed John was still alive.
Abby took John's arm in her hand and felt for a pulse. It was faint, but it was there. They neared shore. Abby could feel sand. She rose to her feet and with the man sprinted to the beach. He lay John down on the sand and Abby dropped to her knees. She clenched her fists together and began CPR. John looked so powerless. Abby felt so helpless. This was not how she knew John. She knew him as a strong, protective husband that always knew what to do. Now he was counting on her. She breathed breaths into John's mouth as tears streamed down her face onto his pale face.
"Please John," she begged, "Don't leave me. Not here. Not now."
Hope you liked it. A new chapter is on its way!
"John?" she whispered, "John.
Abby had never been so worried in her entire life. Not when she worried about her brother, not when she worried about her mom, it was worrying about John that made her skin crawl. She was beginning to shiver. Shiver. Even though the water was warm and the midday sun was beating down on her face she still shivered.
"John." She pleaded.
She wasn't sure who she was talking to. All she was sure of was she wanted John back. People began to swim to an island, the only island nearby. The only island nearby seemed to be miles away, but Abby was sure it was less than a mile. She was glad she could swim. Abby wanted to swim to, she couldn't. She couldn't leave John. Alone. Afraid. Helpless. Abby was drifting away from the sunken wreck. She fought the waves as she struggled to reach the plane.
John, John, John, John. She repeated in her mind as she swam closer to the plane.
When she drew nearer she dove into the deep blue depths of the ocean and grabbed hold of the plane ten or so feet down. She tried to open the dented door that had closed itself, but it was stuck. She was running out of breath. She swam to the surface, took a gulp of air and dove back down. As she went down she saw out of the corner of her eye a man swimming towards her. She screamed, "Help me!" to him and with out another word went back under. This time the door gave way. Inside people's belongings were strewn about and Carter was nowhere in sight. She was running out of oxygen but she pushed forward.
Abby was confused. She saw John come out of the plane behind her, what happened? Where was he?- She cut herself off as she pushed aside a jacket only to see John's lifeless looking body laying there. She let out an extinguished cry. She tugged at John's limp arm and in doing so looked down and saw John's shoelace stuck to the emergency exit. Abby pulled off his shoe and took him under the arms.
"This is my honeymoon-our honeymoon" she corrected. "It's going to work out, I promise John. I love you."
She hoped some way, some how he could hear her. The man she had seen before came shooting onto the plane and took John's arms. The weight lightened considerably. They exited the plane and reached the surface mere seconds later. Abby and the man breathed heavily and sped towards the island. Abby thanked god she knew CPR and hoped she could resuscitate John when she reached the island. She prayed John was still alive.
Abby took John's arm in her hand and felt for a pulse. It was faint, but it was there. They neared shore. Abby could feel sand. She rose to her feet and with the man sprinted to the beach. He lay John down on the sand and Abby dropped to her knees. She clenched her fists together and began CPR. John looked so powerless. Abby felt so helpless. This was not how she knew John. She knew him as a strong, protective husband that always knew what to do. Now he was counting on her. She breathed breaths into John's mouth as tears streamed down her face onto his pale face.
"Please John," she begged, "Don't leave me. Not here. Not now."
Hope you liked it. A new chapter is on its way!