Disclaimer - I own nothing, OK????? Thank you to all the people who reviewed. I was going to try and hold out for 20, but then I figured I was being a bit sad and it wasn't really fair to you guys, can you forgive me???? By the way, I've noticed quite a few spelling mistakes in my fics, so if any of you spot them, will you let me know? Anyway, here's the short, but hopefully sweet, chapter!
Chapter nine
It was all dark. Nigel groaned and slowly raised hand to his aching head. Hissing at the sudden pain the action had caused he opened his eyes to the dull flickering glow of the torch that had fallen to the ground as the roof of the cave had collapsed.
Forcing himself to turn over he saw that his hand was now enveloped in a strange sticky substance that glistened in the weak orange beam of the torch. Realizing that the dark liquid must be blood he made a sudden reach for the light in order to view his surroundings better.
Hearing a slight splash at his movement and feeling a cold wetness begin to seep through his trousers, gradually spreading further up his legs the bruised young man managed to wrestle himself to his feet.
Fighting to keep conscious instead of giving in to the wave of dizziness that had suddenly swept over him, Nigel got a grip on the wall and looked around.
It was bad. Realizing with a rising panic that the only source of light in the otherwise pitch cave was his battered old flashlight. Nigel knew he would have to pull himself together as the batteries would soon die and he would have no way of finding an escape route, especially now that the exit to the cave seemed to be completely blocked.
"Sydney?!" Nigel tried shouting. There was no answer, however, just the echoing of his panicked voice and the thin streams of falling dust and pebbles the reverberations caused. Attempting to console himself with the fact that it looked like Sydney had gotten out in time, he began to resign himself that all evidence pointed towards him dying young.
Feeling a knot of panic growing inside him as his mind unwillingly wandered towards images of himself slowly wasting away from starvation or buried by another rock fall. Shaking his head to try and clear the horrible visions he began to feel a little abandoned. Why had nobody come back for him? Didn't they care that he would probably drown in the rising water of the tide in this stupid, barely air filled cave?
Wait a minute. Water filled? Barely air filled? Drown? With a gasp of shock Nigel realized, despite his growing numbness, that icy water was steadily rising past his knee and was part-way up his thigh approaching his hip!
Backing himself against the wall in terror he let out another gasp as he felt something hard digging into his side. Swiping his sodden hair out of the way he reached into his pocket to find his trusty old blue mobile phone.
Almost laughing hysterically he balanced the torch between his left ear and shoulder and used his free hands to programme in the number to Faith's mobile. Raising the much praised phone to his ear he felt the hysterics start to rise within him again as the ringing sounded a little off as it kept fading in and out.
Trying hard not to drop the phone of torch as the freezing water rose over his waist and continued climbing he was distracted by the phone at the other end being answered only to hear some kid of faint scuffle going on. Hearing the sound of Sydney's voice he found some hope again and tried to get her attention.
"Syd'? Sydney, can you hear me? It's me, Nigel. I think I'm gonna drown in here, please help me, I don't know how long the air's going to last! Are you OK? Please…" and in a quieter, more subdued voice he whispered almost to himself, "I'm scared…..".
AN- Hope you all enjoyed Nigel's panicking. Trust me, there's a lot more to come! Let me know what you think, as always, any comments you have are greatly appreciated. Thank you in particular to Snaggle and Daena Greenflame for their encouragement to keep going, it really helped. xxxx.
Chapter nine
It was all dark. Nigel groaned and slowly raised hand to his aching head. Hissing at the sudden pain the action had caused he opened his eyes to the dull flickering glow of the torch that had fallen to the ground as the roof of the cave had collapsed.
Forcing himself to turn over he saw that his hand was now enveloped in a strange sticky substance that glistened in the weak orange beam of the torch. Realizing that the dark liquid must be blood he made a sudden reach for the light in order to view his surroundings better.
Hearing a slight splash at his movement and feeling a cold wetness begin to seep through his trousers, gradually spreading further up his legs the bruised young man managed to wrestle himself to his feet.
Fighting to keep conscious instead of giving in to the wave of dizziness that had suddenly swept over him, Nigel got a grip on the wall and looked around.
It was bad. Realizing with a rising panic that the only source of light in the otherwise pitch cave was his battered old flashlight. Nigel knew he would have to pull himself together as the batteries would soon die and he would have no way of finding an escape route, especially now that the exit to the cave seemed to be completely blocked.
"Sydney?!" Nigel tried shouting. There was no answer, however, just the echoing of his panicked voice and the thin streams of falling dust and pebbles the reverberations caused. Attempting to console himself with the fact that it looked like Sydney had gotten out in time, he began to resign himself that all evidence pointed towards him dying young.
Feeling a knot of panic growing inside him as his mind unwillingly wandered towards images of himself slowly wasting away from starvation or buried by another rock fall. Shaking his head to try and clear the horrible visions he began to feel a little abandoned. Why had nobody come back for him? Didn't they care that he would probably drown in the rising water of the tide in this stupid, barely air filled cave?
Wait a minute. Water filled? Barely air filled? Drown? With a gasp of shock Nigel realized, despite his growing numbness, that icy water was steadily rising past his knee and was part-way up his thigh approaching his hip!
Backing himself against the wall in terror he let out another gasp as he felt something hard digging into his side. Swiping his sodden hair out of the way he reached into his pocket to find his trusty old blue mobile phone.
Almost laughing hysterically he balanced the torch between his left ear and shoulder and used his free hands to programme in the number to Faith's mobile. Raising the much praised phone to his ear he felt the hysterics start to rise within him again as the ringing sounded a little off as it kept fading in and out.
Trying hard not to drop the phone of torch as the freezing water rose over his waist and continued climbing he was distracted by the phone at the other end being answered only to hear some kid of faint scuffle going on. Hearing the sound of Sydney's voice he found some hope again and tried to get her attention.
"Syd'? Sydney, can you hear me? It's me, Nigel. I think I'm gonna drown in here, please help me, I don't know how long the air's going to last! Are you OK? Please…" and in a quieter, more subdued voice he whispered almost to himself, "I'm scared…..".
AN- Hope you all enjoyed Nigel's panicking. Trust me, there's a lot more to come! Let me know what you think, as always, any comments you have are greatly appreciated. Thank you in particular to Snaggle and Daena Greenflame for their encouragement to keep going, it really helped. xxxx.