Another Trinity Island Chapter for you all! I hope you guys enjoy it and thank you for all your reviews! sorry if I cannot exactly capture their characters, I always have trouble with that:3 let you know what you guys think and I apologise in advance for any delays on the story updates xD
As I sat there, legs wrapped in my arms and my pointed chin resting on top of them I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. To wake up someplace you had never been to before or even thought about was torture. Then to find out the only thing you can remember is your name. But he was familiar. Stop thinking that. It was night now and the bright white moon sat on a blanket of darkness. Stars scattered carelessly, the night had arrived much to quickly. Never mind where they were, what the hell was this place?
Muffled footsteps approached from behind me, I had been left alone till now upon request. I had needed to be alone with my mind. Barely giving the person so much as a glance they sat down beside me on the sand to join in watching the rolling waves. "I brought some stuff to bandage you up, it's not exactly the best first aid kit but I guess it'll do." There he was, the familiar voice and the familiar warmth. The thought was pushed to the back of my mind as I suddenly remembered the fact I had a wound.
"Thanks," I muttered before turning to face the materials he had brought. He was right, it was definitely no first aid kit. Tucker had collected moss as padding and large leaves for the main bandage part, pretty smart. Especially the fact he had woven strands of grass together to tie off the bandages. I managed a slight smile, before reaching for them. As my hand touched the green leaves I felt his awkward hand on mine,stopping me. My face immediately reddened, what was he doing? I looked up at him and he stared back, mainly in concern.
"Would you like me to patch it up for you? I mean you can't exactly do it with one hand now can you?" Hiding my face behind my brown hair I simply nodded, I suppose he was right. Gently I felt his hand lift off mine so that he could grab the materials. He was careful as he raised my sleeve to access the wound before cleaning it with some of the moss.
"How exactly did you do this?" He asked wrapping the leaves tightly around my arm, " I mean it's not exactly going to kill you but it's still a bad injury." How did I get this injury? All I could remember was waking up to Jordan's face and a throbbing pain in my arm.
"That's the thing, I don't know," I winced slightly as he began to tie the bandages off with the makeshift string.
"Well that's worrying..."
"What do you mean?" I asked, pulling my sleeve,down after he finished attending to the wound. Tucker sat back in the sand, leaning back on his hands.
"Well obviously you were attacked or injured by whoever was bringing us hear or when we journeyed here. Maybe if it was a person that hurt you then maybe they were the ones who brought you here."
"Oh," I sat back and though about that for a second, stroking along the wound on my forearm. "Why us?"
"I think the people who brought is here will be thinking 'why not?'" A shiver went down my spine.