Gilligan

I started talking when Mary Ann pulled me to shore. I knew I have to keep calm in order not to go into shock. I know how bad the bite is too, but I can't start worrying now. I have to keep calm for my sakes, and for Mary Ann's sake. Soon, she got me up on the beach. I can tell she didn't know what to do. I have to tell her to survive this.

"Okay Mary Ann. You'll have to listen now. Forget the fight, forget everything. Now, you'll have to stop the bleeding. Rip apart my shirt, and wrap it around the wound tightly." She nodded and did what I said. I could see that she blushed a little ripping my shirt apart. I didn't say anything about that.

"Oh, the first thing before getting the wound wrapped up, you need to disinfect it. In my bag in the hut, there's some salt I said Hurry and grab it. If we don't disinfect the wound, infection will kill me before the loss of blood will. Hurry." She got up and ran as fast as she could to the hut. In order to keep conscious, I talked to myself.

"When she gets back and takes care of the wound Gilligan, you have to convince her that you came on your own, and that you really are sorry about the fight. You also have to tell her you love her. If you don't, things will never be the same again."

"I know Gilligan, but what if she doesn't believe me? I can't lose her twice within a week or two."

"You have to do what you have to do. But telling the truth will makes things better. May not be right away, but it will in the end."

"Good advice pal."

"No problem buddy. Now, about that rabbit's foot." Oh, not this again.

Mary Ann

I ran into the hut, and found the bad on his bed. Oh, I hope he's still alive when I get back. Forget about not loving him, I do love him. Dearly, and if he dies, I'll never forgive myself!

"Where is it? Where is the salt?!" I shrieked. I found it a second later on the table. I grab it and ran out as fast as I came in, wanting to get back to Gilligan as fast as I can. I busted through the brush and found Gilligan talking to himself to keep conscious.

"Okay Gilligan, I got the salt." I said, sliding on the sand on my knees to stop. He looks up at me.

"Good. Now, the first thing you have to do is wash your hands. I have soap in my pocket." I blushed again as I dug the soap out of his pocket. Cut me slack, I've never had my hands in a man pocket before. I washed my hands and hurry on back.

"Now, take some salt, and place it on the bite. It's going to hurt me pretty badly, so I'm going to yell. Don't stop when that happens. Okay?" He instructs. I nod, and start placing salt on the wound.

"Ahhhhhh!" He yells. Tears come to my eyes, but I do what he told me and keep pouring salt on the wound.

"Okay, stop." He whimper. I do, and wait for him to say something else. He doesn't, and for a moment I'm scared he died. But he then spoke.

"Okay, now, wrap the pieces of my shirt tightly around the wound. I know it's still bleeding, so make it tight." I nod and start wrapping it as tightly as I could. He winches in pain, but tells me to get it up.

"Now the hard part. You have to help me get to the hut." Oh, how am I going to do that?

A good place to stop. R&R.