Ch.3
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Author's Note: Sorry this took longer than I promised, but, well, I got lazy (what else is new?). Please read, enjoy, and review! Thanks.
Eric had called Horatio with an update the next day, and he too was shocked to hear Calliegh was in the picture. For the first time in Eric's career, he heard Horatio fluster. Horatio had told him to trust no one, and then this came. Now what was he supposed to think?
"Hey Eric," a voice startled him from behind. He spun around to face Jesse.
"Oh, hi." He breathed. Jesse looked worriedly at him.
"Are you okay? You look pale."
"Um, nothing." He lied. It was hard to know that their lives were in danger and not able to do anything about it. "I'm just getting…sea-sick."
"Um, no." she said. "If there's one thing you did tell me, it was of how great a scuba diver you are. Trying to impress me with that too? Scuba divers don't get sea-sick Eric," her tone was calm, but inside she was a little suspicious.
"I'm sorry," he said blushing, "I don't know what'd getting in to me." Jesse looked him over and nodded.
"Okay." They looked over the boats edged, watching as mother nature worked her magic as majestic waves marked the boats sides. Joe Roberts came up to them.
"Hey," he said, "is there a doctor in the house?" They both looked curiously at Joe.
"Why, what's wrong?"
"Um, Calliegh got bit by something."
"What?" Eric asked amazed. The rushed over to the other side of the boat to find everyone gathered around Calliegh. Eric kneeled next to her and looked around. He spotted a stone like creature near her foot.
"Oh, no." He grabbed a shovel that was leaning against the wall and scooped it up, throwing it in the water. Calliegh was having trouble breathing through the pain. Eric looked at the bite on her foot, his worst fears confirmed.
"It's a stonefish," he announced. He immediately instructed those around him. "Get the first aid kit. Someone needs to get clean water over here."
"I got the kit," Bob, the captain called.
"Okay, I need antibiotics-neomycin maybe." Eric grabbed the water first, washing the wound. "I'm really sorry," he whispered to Calliegh. He took the neomycin and slowly rubbed it on, while pricking out the stonefish's broken spines left imbedded in her skin. She convulsed with every spine, but knew they had to come out. She also knew stonefish was one of the most deadly fishes, and death often came if not treated immediately.
"Someone boil water. I need something hot to soak her foot in," Eric continued to instruct. "It's okay Calliegh, you'll be okay." He told her gently. Calliegh couldn't bare the pain much longer, her face was getting paler by the minute.
"Call patrol. Tell them to come meet us, she need to get to a hospital-"
"No." Mark Roberts voice rose above the commotion. Eric looked up at Mark, disbelief written all over his face.
"Mark, if we don't get her treated, she could die."
"We are not done here!" He yelled, pulling out a large hand gun.
"Mark! Don't be stupid." Eric held up his hands. He looked around frantically for something to help him. A crash made everyone turn. Joe Roberts emerged from the cabin, holding Bob at gunpoint. He threw the captain to the rest of the group. Now Mark and Joe Roberts were in charge. Eric used the distraction to grab the shovel back off the ground, but Joe struggled with him.
"Oh no you don't!" he yelled before gaining possession of the shovel. He swung it up before Eric could react. He heard someone scream before passing out.
This wasn't supposed to happen yet, but I got writers block and I had to stay realistic. Please review and tune in soon! Thanks.
