Author's Note: I do not own Jurassic Park or any of the characters. They belong to Michael Crichton, Steven Spielberg, and Universal Pictures, I have simply borrowed the characters for this story. I only own my OC Melissa Muldoon, who is Robert's 21 year old daughter. I would like to point out that it would be possible for Robert to have a 21 year old daughter if he was in his 20's when she was born. Also, I am in no way shape or form implying that Bob Peck(the actor who played Muldoon) was schizophrenic, I just wanted to flesh out Robert a bit more than he was in both the film and the book. Please read and review.

'Not to worry, whistle I'll be there.'-Not While I'm Around from Sweeney Todd.

Chapter 7: Whistle I'll Be There

I watch from my spot as my dad sets his sights on a raptor.

'Finally, it's over.' I think.

The next thing I know, another raptor pops out of the bushes next to him.

'I guess it's not over.'

"Clever girl." My dad whispers.

The big one pounces on him and tries to sink her teeth into his face. He throws his hands up to protect himself and she bites his hand. That's when my dad starts screaming. He starts thrashing around to get her off him, but that only seems to piss her off. She lets his hand go and grabs his arm.

She bites it and starts shaking my dad like a rag doll. There's a sickening crunch as his arm breaks.

'Damn.' I think.

I grab my gun and ready it to take a shot. I take aim at the big one and put my finger on the trigger. My only problem is, I don't have a clear shot with her shaking my dad.

'If I take the shot I risk killing or seriously hurting my dad if it misses.'

Although, I know if I don't take the shot she'll kill him. I'm in a no win situation. To my horror, she grabs my dad's head in her mouth. She gives him a few shakes and lets him go. My dad lands on his back and his head hits the ground with a loud and sickening thump.

The raptor runs off and I run over to my dad. I kneel down next to him and look him over. His left shoulder is a mess, it looks like the big one wanted to keep him from ever hunting again. His left elbow is dislocated and his lower left arm is broken in at least two places.

'My God, what did she do to you?' I think.

There are teeth marks on his head, and claw marks elsewhere. A snarl from behind me gets my attention.

'She's come back to finish him off.' I think.

I throw myself over my dad, and that's when the attack comes. She pounces and digs her claws into my right shoulder. I start screaming in the hopes that she'll let me go. That doesn't work and she drags her claws down my back. She cuts me from my shoulder to my left hip.

I somehow manage to kick her off me. I grab my gun, which was knocked from my hand in the struggle, and stand up. Turning to face her, I hope and pray she'll leave.

"Mess with me again and I'll blow you to kingdom come!" I shout.

She pounces on me again and claws my legs and arms. I fire a warning shot and she gets off me. She runs off and I get back up. I kneel back down next to my dad and tap his face

"Wake up." I say.

He stirs a bit, but doesn't wake up. I tap his face harder.

"Dad, wake up."

His eyes slowly open and he looks around puzzled.

"Come on, we have to get moving."

My dad gets himself into a sitting position, groaning as he does. I get him to his feet and we make our way back to the path.

"Robert!" Ellie shouts.

'Thank God, she's alive.' I think.

We walk toward the shout and come across a very panicked Ellie. I notice that she looks more scared then panicked. She runs over to us and I can see the fear in her eyes.

"Melissa, Robert, are you guys alright?" Ellie asks.

"What do you think?" I angrily ask.

Ellie looks at me utterly puzzled.

"Look at what those monsters did to my dad." I say.

"Oh God, what the hell happened?" Ellie asks.

"The bloody raptors decided to tear into me and make me wish I was dead." My dad says.

"Oh." Ellie says.

"And I got torn up trying to help him." I quietly say.

"We need to get you guys to help."

"Leave me and get the hell off the island." My dad says.

"I'm not leaving you." I say.

"I'll only slow you guys down."

"You're coming with us." Ellie says.

Ellie and I put my dad's arms around our necks. He grunts in pain as Ellie puts his left arm around her neck. We then drag him up the path to safety.

"Ellie!" Someone shouts.

It's Alan.

"Run!" Ellie shouts.

We drag my dad the rest of the way up the hill and Alan takes over for Ellie. We take my dad to the bunker. We somehow manage to get him down the stairs and onto a crate. I grab a first aid kit and start patching up my dad's wounds.

"I don't know why you're bothering, I'm not going to make it off the island alive." My dad says.

"Don't talk like that dad." I say.

I feel tears prick my eyes and I'm trying not to shed them. What is my dad thinking? What ever it is, it can't be good. I'm sure he's thinking that he's going to die.

"With my injuries, it's highly unlikely I'll make it."

I stop what I'm doing and grab my dad's face in my hands. I then tip his face so he's looking me in the eyes.

"You've gotten through some rough scrapes in Kenya, this is no different." I quietly say.

"No, this is worse."

"How do you figure?" I ask as I go back to tending my dad's wounds.

"If I do make it, there is a chance I could lose my arm."

I look at his left arm and let out a long sigh. His left shoulder is a mangled mess, but most of the bite marks look like they should heal with no problem. Although, I do think they'll end up leaving some nasty scars.

"You'll be fine dad." I say.

"That's what you think." My dad says.

"Stop saying you're going to die. I know you won't"

I finish tending to my dad and he takes a long look at me. I already know what he sees. My hands, face, shirt, and vest are covered in his blood. He looks at the three claw marks on my right shoulder and gives me a pained look.

'I'll live.' I think.

My dad on the other hand is a mess. I know damn well he's lucky to be alive. If I hadn't been here, he'd be dead. I'm glad I didn't listen to him and stayed here. I knew something was going to happen to him and I was right.

He damn near got killed by those bloody raptors. My thoughts are interrupted by the phone ringing. We're finally going home. Well, maybe not home, but to Costa Rica to be seen by doctors. I help John get Ian into the Jeep and then go back and get my dad.

I get him into the Jeep and then get in myself. We drive off and head to the visitor's center. We get there and Grant, Ellie, and the kids jump in to the Jeep. We then drive off to the helipad. We get on the chopper and fly off.

As we leave the island behind us, I can't help but wonder what's going to happen to the animals. I mentally shake myself from that thought and look at my dad. His eyes are closed and I can't tell if he's sleeping or passed out from pain.

'Why didn't I go before you into the jungle?' I think.

If I had, he wouldn't have gotten hurt. But I would have. There's a no win situation there. I let out a long sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose. As I do, some movement from my dad catches my eye.

The fingers of his left hand twitch, whether he moved them or it was a muscle spasm, I don't really know. But the movement causes blood to ooze from the teeth marks on his hand.

'Dad, don't die on me.'

The last thing I remember before falling asleep, is birds flying next to the chopper.