Chapter 11: Heat Exhaustion
Courtney led a sobbing Carly toward a couch to sit down. She allowed a few minutes for Carly to settle down, rubbing her back sympathetically.
"What happened?" Courtney whispered.
"I went to see him like you said," Carly hiccupped. "And I asked him how he was, but he never answered. I was fine with that. But then he closed his eyes, and his heart stopped beating."
Courtney's mouth fell open, but she snapped it back shut. Carly broke out into another fit of tears.
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Jason leaned back up against the tree, sweating and breathing heavily. Since he hadn't had a normal drink of fresh water in a little less then a day, he was vomiting non-stop. The island seemed to be swirling around him. He needed to get into the shade and cool down, but he couldn't move.
He had to do something, but he couldn't think straight. He vaguely remembered what happened a few minutes ago; all other memories were a blur to him. He couldn't concentrate on anything.
"You know I wasn't lying when you're a bastard of a hit man," a voice said behind Jason. Jason slowly opened his eyes and saw that Brenda was standing in front of him.
"What are you doing here?" he inquired in a raspy voice.
"Well, I was expecting you to follow me; but you didn't, so I decided to come back and find you."
Jason nodded his head and reclined back against the trunk of the tree.
"Well?"
"'Well' what?" Jason mumbled.
"Aren't you going to apologize?" Brenda asked.
"Are you?"
"Fine. Jason, I'm sorry that I called you a bastard and said that you couldn't get intimate with anyone."
Jason was about to apologize himself, but his sight went black and the feeling of nausea came back.
"It's your turn now," Brenda sid.
He turned to his right and he vomited.
"Jason, are you okay?" Brenda kneeled toward him and rubbed his back slightly.
Once all of Jason's stomach's contents were gone, he fell back into Brenda's arms.
"You're okay, you're okay," she kept repeating in Jason's ear.
"Brenda," he croaked. "I'm sorry." His eyes fluttered closed and then back open.
"It's fine. You'll be fine; we'll both be fine."
Jason mentally agreed, and his eyes closed again, but this time for good.
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"You're Mr. Sonny Conrinthos's wife, correct?"
"Yes," Carly answered. "I am. Now is my husband going to live? Is he all right? What happened?"
"Your husband had internal bleeding that the doctors had missed during his first surgery, so we are taking him in for a second surgery."
"Well, will he make it?"
"Ma'am, he has the same chances as he did last time."
"So because you messed up the first time, my husband could die right now?"
"This surgery is tricky, and mistakes are made a few times. You have to understand that we are doing everything we can to make sure that your husband will make it."
"Fine." Carly stared at the ground, her eyes empty.
****
Ric arrived in the Dominican Republic later that day. The first thing he did was call someone on his cell phone.
"Lansing?"
"Yes," replied Ric. "I'm here."
"Have you gotten the location of the two?"
"Not yet, I haven't gotten to meet with Robert Smith yet, and he is the one with the codes."
"Well, you go and find them, and make sure you do before the rescue team does. You make sure they suffer a nice, long, painful death."
"Yes, sir."
"And, Lansing? You make sure that Sonny Corinthos finds out nothing."
"Of course, sir." He hung up his phone and called for a car.
****
"Jason? Jason, wake up," Brenda desperately called. "Jason?"
She shook Jason's body. "God, wake up." She leaned toward his chest, and she could heart his heartbeat. For that, she breathed a sigh of relief.
There was a drone in the background, but Brenda barely heard it.
"Jason, please wake up."
The drone became louder, and Brenda finally looked up to see what the sound was.
There was an airplane in the distance, and it was flying low in the sky. Brenda jumped up, and Jason's body fell to the sand.
"HELP!" she yelled up toward the sky. "HELP US!"
****
Carly laid back in the chair of he hospital. She was drifting off into sleep. Her cell phone went off, and Courtney picked it up for her.
"Hello?"
"Mr. or Mrs. Corinthos?"
"No, neither of them are able to talk right now. Can I take a message?" Courtney answered.
"Well, do you know if they know Mr. and Mrs. Jason Morgan?"
Courtney's heart skipped a beat. "Jason?"
"You know Mr. Morgan?"
"Yes, I do. I'm Sonny Conrinthos' sister, Courtney Mathews. Have you gotten any new news on them?"
"Our rescue team has just located them on a deserted island off the coast of Africa. They are being taken to the nearest hospital for any injuries."
"Aren't they coming home?"
"Ma'am, they need to be seen by a doctor first, but we will be able to contact you and let you know if anything is wrong. Can you please give me a mode of contact?"
"Yes, you can just call back on this number. Do you know of any of their injuries right now?"
"I do not, but I will alert you if anything new comes up."
"Thank you."
The person hung up, and Courtney's spirit felt especially lighter even though her brother was going through a possible fatal surgery right now. Courtney returned Carly's cell phone to her purse.
"Courtney, who was that?" Carly asked.
****
The plane landed on the island, and Brenda ran over to the rescue time that was piling out.
"Ma'am, are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine, but," she pointed back to Jason. "He isn't."
Paramedics rushed over to Jason. After a minute of examining, they put his unconscious body on a stretcher.
"You should probably be examined too," a man said to Brenda.
"I'm fine," Brenda dismissed. "But will he be alright?"
"Well, it seems he had heat exhaustion, and if we don't take care of it soon, he could suffer from a heat stroke."
"Well, go take care of him," Brenda ordered, wondering why he wasn't doing that in the first place.
"We are already on it, but we have some questions for you."
"Like what?"
"Do you know anything about his condition with his foot, or are you feeling any pain anywhere?"
"I am fine. Now will Jason be alright?"
"We are not sure, but let's just get you two to a hospital."
"Fine," Brenda shook her head. "Is there a phone I can use on the plane?"
"Yes, but who would you want to call? Your husband is already here with you."
"Just. . .some friends," Brenda answered.
"Well, let's get you to a hospital first." The man ran into the plane, expecting Brenda to follow.
"Right," she mumbled to herself. "Jason. My husband."
A/N The next few chapters may sort of…sucky, but just stick with me, I will try and get more plot rolling! Now, as always, please review!!
