Chapter Eleven- John's Family
"What do you mean, Pocahontas?" John asked.
"I'm going to find your father and prove to him that not all of us are savages." She said.
"You don't understand, Pocahontas. My father is a very stubborn, solid man." John said.
"Now I know where you get your stubbornness." Pocahontas said, ginning. John smiled and nodded, wincing from the pain.
"You've got that right." He agreed.
"And if I can show him that not all of us are savages, then maybe he can help me save you!" Pocahontas said, growing happier and happier.
"That would be going against his job. And his job has always come first, even before me and my sister and brother." John said. Pocahontas had never heard him speak so much of his family.
"You have a brother and sister?"
"Peter and Wendy. Peter and Wendy are twins. They're both twenty-two." John said.
"What about your mother?" Pocahontas asked.
"My mother died when Peter and Wendy were two. I was seven." John said.
"I was seven, too, when my mother died." Pocahontas said.
"See? We're a lot alike." John said.
"Yes, but we're different, too." Pocahontas said, taking John's hand. "Now, we need to tend to your lashings. John, promise me you'll never do whatever it was that you did again. I don't think I could bear to see you get hurt like this again." Pocahontas said.
"Believe me, I don't want it to ever happen again, either." John said. Pocahontas smiled, but her smile vanished as soon as she saw John's back. It was just awful to look at. She carefully reached out to gently touch one of the lashing marks. John gasped and hissed out in pain, but he didn't cry out. Pocahontas spread the healing cream she had prepared across his sore, stinging back. John hissed many times on the deeper cuts, but he let her tend to the wounds.
"There. Now keep this tied around you to make sure it stays clean and doesn't bleed." Pocahontas said, tying the cloth tightly around John's chest. Pocahontas looked out the window. It was getting dark. She knew she had better get back.
"Are you positive you'll be alright?" She asked. John nodded.
"I'll be fine."
"Alright. I love you, John." She said as she kissed him.
"I love you, too, Pocahontas. I love you, too." Pocahontas turned to walk out and fought back tears. It was getting harder and harder to leave him. She knew that she would have to leave for England soon to save him before she found that she couldn't leave him at all.
A/N- Well, sorry for the shorty. It is getting harder for Pocahontas to leave John. Sad…so sad… Anyway, please review! -Robin