Chapter FIFTEEN!

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Tabitha

"Uh...I..."

It's been so long since I ever said a prayer. I say whatever words come to mind.

"Please God help me," I whimper. I hear snarls; I hear footsteps. I hear growls.

I hear tigers.

I can just barely make out words as I cower behind a lily pad.

"Diego..." Is the harsh grunt.

"Trisha-"

"Hush! You left me, traitor. Now, I turn on y-" The sentence is cut off by a sharp cry.

My heart pounds. I can't take this anymore. I can't take this jungle. The poisonous plants. The flesh eating bugs. The gigantic lizards. The saber toothed tigers. The blood. The craziness of this scenario.

I wish Peaches would hurry up and be found. I wish I had never wandered off the trail. I wish I was back at camp, or at least with Melody.

I wish, I wish, I wish.

"If you wish upon a star," I sing in a shaky voice under my breath. I try to calm down. Stop hyperventilating. Calm. Think Zen. Buddhism. Like from seventh grade history. Think in longer sentences, no more asthma sentences.

"You will find out who you are."

My voice catches. No, I can't scream; don't scream don't scream...I finally notice the water around me. Reddish. I must be bleeding. I look down and see a gash across my body, plenty of other scrapes and bruises. Burrs are tangled in my fur, piercing my skin. I'm covered in mud.

Something wraps around my foot.

I never get the chance to scream before I'm dragged under the-

Melody

"C'mon, Peaches, let's get you home," says Eddie softly. She takes a step forward.

"Go on, luv. You're Mummy an' Daddy miss ya very much."

Another step. This is taking too long.

I hear another roar.

"Diego?" Eddie looks at me questioningly, expecting an answer.

I shrug.

Tabitha; we must find Tabitha.

"I'll go find 'er," I say. Crash begins to protest, but I point out that I'm pretty much the closest thing to Buck, and if I don't go now, well...You get the idea, right?

"You two jus' get the lass home, alright, mates?"

They nod and we depart again.

I clutch the stone knife in my paw as I scurry through the undergrowth, looking and searching.

I have a bad feeling; the kind I used to get when Buck and I were kids and we got into all kinds of mischief and he'd get hurt. He must be in trouble.

Again.

Buck

Again, I try to wake up, but I can't. Can't wake up.

"Uggnnhhh," Is as close as I get to calling for help.

"Buck," I hear someone say way off in the distance.

"Careful, now, lay him down gently," a female says. They are so far away.

"Where did you say the antidote was?" My head throbs and I can barely make out these words. More talking.

I can't understand.

Pain. Hurting. Really short sentences. Something about putting to sleep.

Something bitter trickles down my throat. I swallow, but find it even harder to wake up and I give up again. Too tired. Maybe...I can...wake ... up later...