Charlie lightly shoves his brother's shoulder. "You're so busted! I'm only taking pity on you, because of your headache. What you need is an energy boost, so how about lunch." A strong desire to tend to his brother consumes him. Something is really wrong, I know it…but what? "Don, you sure the snake didn't bite you? You wouldn't lie about something that serious, would you?

Don looks his brother in the eye. "No, Dad…will you stop worrying?" He hopes Charlie will get his point. "They say we become our fathers, but I didn't think it would happen this soon for you!" Trying another tactic. "Relax buddy. It missed me by a mile. Just didn't have a big breakfast, and I'm hungry. Nothing to get excited about."

Getting the sandwiches out of his backpack, he hands one to Don. Silence reigns as they both eat. Charlie can't help himself. He keeps glancing over at his brother, watching his every move.

"Charlie, will you stop staring at me! I'm fine! Why don't you believe me?" He asks softly.

"I…I don't know. I didn't expect it. I'm glad you're okay. I just can't get that image out of my mind. I feel I should have…"

"So now you know."

"Know what?" Feeling slightly confused.

"I've always played the older brother, the protector. Now, you know why I sometimes get so scared." He shakes his right hand again, wondering if it will help with the tingling sensation. "Dad's plan is working, isn't it."

"You knew?" He grins.

"Yes, I knew…didn't think you did. Look, I know that sometimes I go overboard trying to protect you. But if something happened to you, because of my job…I don't think I could handle it. That's why I fight you so hard." A wave of dizziness breaks his concentration. "Do you mind leaving earlier than we planned I guess I'm coming down with something?" He squints trying to deal with the cloudy vision. He could see everything, yet some things just weren't clear. Maybe it's a migraine. He's heard about those, but this was his first experience with one. Fuzzy thinking. He couldn't quite figure out what was happening and felt light headed.

"No, of course not. Drink some more water…You're really sweating." As he hands the water to his brother, he spots a something red on his finger. Instincts take over, and he grabs the right hand so he can inspect it. It's puffy and swollen. The pieces fall into to place and although he doesn't know how it could have happened, he knows it has to do with the snake bite. "Don, your hand. It's swollen. Snake bite…" Frantically trying to remember his first aid for a snake bite. "Need to get your hand below heart level and lie back." Doubt forces him to unlace Don's left boot and then removes his sock – searching for the puncture wound. At first, Don attempts to play it off, but he's having a little trouble catching his breath. The swelling on the finger wasn't that bad.

"Charlie, I told you I'm fine. Let's get to the car and go home." Charlie cringes and Don lightens his tone. "Okay." Determination gets him moving. It's a little struggle to put his boots back on, but he gathers the trash and stands before Charlie can say anything. "Look, you say you know where we are, so prove it. Let's go."

Now they had a little problem. Somehow, he had lost track of his bearings - nothing looked familiar and he really was lost. One could calculate the odds of him getting lost on his favorite hiking trails. He never would have believed it to be possible. At first, it was only about saving face, because he knew he would never hear the end of it from his older brother. Now the alarms were going off and he couldn't shake the feeling that Don needed to stay still. He had forgotten the stupid snake bit kit. "Don, I really think you should stay still."

Don turns to say something and he trips over something. He goes down hard and his head hits a rock. A medium size one, but blood is trickling down his face. Stubborn pride forces him to try to stand. He screams in agony as he realizes he has hurt his right ankle. "Don't understand, what's wrong?" He realizes he is having trouble concentrating on simple thoughts. "For the last time the snake…didn't bite me, I swear…God, so cold" he manages to croak out, while attempting to get up.

"No, lay back down. You've got to remain still. I wish you hadn't lied to me about the snake bite."

"Didn't lie." He croaks out.

Did too! Why you won't admit it, I haven't got a clue, how I could have missed it, but it's the only thing that makes any sense in your reactions. Snake bites – treatment...Damn it Don…We did everything wrong. Don…Don…you've got to listen to me now. Trust me!" Charlie flips open his cell phone. "Damn it. No reception." Fear fills his bones. His imagination runs wild.

Blurry eyes gaze at his brother. "I do trust you…Charlie…get out in open…try again." It was impossible to think clearly. What's wrong with me?

Charlie understands his brothers message. The clearing wasn't that far off, he'd have to risk it. "I'll be back. You hang on…you hear me!" He races to the clearing brushing tree limbs out of his way. "Thank God, a signal. He dials 911. Time… how much time before they would be found? Terror clutches his heart, as he realizes it isn't funny any longer. He berates himself over all his perceived wrongdoings. He wouldn't admit that he had gotten lost. What kind of leader was he? Now his brother's life was on the line for his mistake. His error. Lost, they're lost and now Don is critical. A heart felt prayer…Please God, help me save Don. A sign. Recognition. Finally he identifies some markers. Wondering why he couldn't before but too worried to really take the time to figure it out. Calling once again, being assured that a helicopter is on its way. He rushes back to Don. Almost there, and he can't believe what he is seeing, his brother is trying to get up again. Don manages to stand and take a step or two before he collapses once again this time on his face. Dread fills his soul. A lump forms and he can't stop himself from screaming. "Don." He looks so still. Dead. "Don!" Rushing to his brother, he carefully rolls him over and scoots till he has Don's head resting on his lap.

"Don't shout, you'll wake the dead" Don softly croaks. "I'm still standing…after all this time." Somehow he manages to sing a few bars of the song, though off key and really soft. Breath – not so easy to catch my breath. How…"Snake didn't bite me, I swear! Just having a slight breathing problem…give me a sec to catch my breath and then will go on…you'll see…just…" He turns his head as though he sees someone. "Mom?" His head lolls to the side.

"Don…stay with me…Don!" Before he thinks, he shakes his brother. No response. Is he breathing? Tears roll down his face, but he does nothing to stop them. Instead his trembling hand searches for a pulse. Thank God! It was there, weak and slightly erratic. He hears a helicopter. Torn between guarding his brother or rushing to make sure they were found. "Got to show them the way, you hang on…you hear me! Don't you dare stop breathing!" Making the most difficult decision in his life, he starts to stand. "I'll be back and you better keep breathing, you hear me! Please, God…don't take him…I love you… I need my big brother in my life. You better listen to me, for once! Trying to lighten the mood. "I'm still in charge…you die, I get one hundred dollars." Squeezing his brother's hand - he heads out, determine to save a life.