Sorry for taking so long. We had a lot of stuff going on and my sister typed this one. Any ways, this is Gwen's view of chapter 10. Yup.
Disclaimer: Stop badgering me! How many times must I say that I don't own it?
Chapter 11 – Gwen
"Cody!" I cried as he suddenly collapsed. He was clutching his stomach and his eyes were squeezed shut. He was gasping for breath. "Cody!" I cried again. I kneeled down and started shaking him as he lay still.
"Cody, come back!" I whispered. I looked up at Trent, fighting back tears. "Trent, help me!" I cried. "We have to get him to the hospital tent!"
Trent nodded and helped me pick him up. Ignoring everyone's questioning stares, we quickly carried Cody to the hospital tent. We set him down gently in a bed next to Duncan.
"Where's Chef Hatchet?" Trent wondered aloud, looking around desperately.
"Right here," Chef replied, walking into the tent. "What do we have here? The skinny kid? I thought he might get attacked next, he's so tiny."
"Whatever," I growled, "Just help him!"
Chef gave me a startled look. "All right, pushy," he muttered. He reached under the bed and pulled out a bunch of medical equipment. I could never tell you what most of it even did.
First, he checked Cody's heartbeat and breathing. He was shaking his head as he did so, and I pressed my face into Trent's arm. I wanted to ask Chef, but I was afraid of the answer.
Was Cody going to die?
"Chef," Trent said, "Is Cody… dying?"
"Well of course he's dying!" Chef snapped, "Anyone with eyes could see that! He's been poisoned! Seen this hundreds of times before!"
"Do you know how to save him?" I asked, eagerly.
"Uh… nope!" Chef replied, "But it doesn't look to severe, and he didn't eat a lot of the food. I'll find a cure before he kicks the bucket!"
With that, he left the tent. I pulled up a chair and sat next to Cody's bed. "Poor little guy," Trent said, staring down at him sadly. "He doesn't deserve to die yet."
"No, he doesn't." I murmured, "I'm sorry, Trent, but can you leave me now? I want to be alone for a few minutes."
Trent smiled at me. "Sure," he replied, walking out of the tent.
I didn't know what was getting into me. Sure, Cody was my friend, but I was never really into him. I didn't love him, or anything.
Or did I?
I glanced down at Cody, breathing harshly as he fought for life. I had grown very close to him during TDI and he had been one of the very few people to stay on my side during the final. Maybe, just maybe, I had developed feelings for him.
Suddenly, I heard a sound and looked up to see Duncan sitting up in his bed. "What happened to him?" he asked, nodding at Cody.
"Chef thinks he was poisoned," I replied, sadly. "I think the assassin did this to him."
"Oh," he said, softly, "I'm sorry."
I gave him a confused look. "You're sorry?" I repeated, "What for?"
"I don't know," he admitted, "Sometimes when a girl is upset I feel like I have to apologize, even if I didn't do anything."
I smiled slightly. "Thanks, Duncan," I told him. A few minutes later he was asleep once more and I was left with an unconscious Cody.
I reached out a hand and gently stroked his hair. Chef had not returned yet, and neither had Trent. But Cody was still clinging to life.
"Cody," I whispered to him, "If you can hear me, then know that I'm by your side. Just hang on. Chef will find a cure for you in no time. Just a little longer. Please."
I looked up again when I heard someone coming into the tent. I turned around and saw Noah. "What are you doing here?" I asked him.
"I heard that song again," he mumbled as he lay down on one of the beds. "I felt as if my stomach was being torn open like a sack."
"Ouch."
"Yeah." He rested his head on the pillow. "What happened to Cody?" he wondered.
"He was poisoned, probably by the assassin," I replied, "I don't know if he's going to live."
"Did anyone try just sucking the poison out?" Noah questioned, "It's in his stomach, right?"
"Yeah. The poison was in his food." I told him
"Then just pump out his stomach." He made it sound as if it should've been really obvious. I didn't know whether to be annoyed or happy.
"I would kiss you, Noah," I told him, "If I didn't hate your guts."
"I can live with that," he said, rolling over to turn his back on me. He annoyed me greatly.
Since we now had an idea of how to save Cody, I decided to tease Noah. I got up, walked over, and sat on his bed. When he felt me sit down, he rolled over.
"What do you want?" he growled.
"To have a little fun," I told him, grinning wickedly at him.
"What are you talking-" he cut himself off as I grabbed his shoulders. I leaned down and, ignoring his protests, kissed him quickly on the lips.
"Thanks, Noah!" I said, grinning, "You're a sweet heart!" Then I stood and went back to Cody's bed as Noah gaped at me.
So there you go. Hope you weren't too disappointed by us taking so long. But I don't care. So there.
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