A/N: Thankyou for the first review! I'm very pleased with that =)
As requested, I put some more Bird in it. I hope you like it

CHAPTER 3: DESTINY LEAVES ITS MARK

Bird is still trying to get 2Dads up. "Bird, how're you two doing?" I look around. There she stands, brave and proud, with 2Dads at her side. "We're okay. 2Dads can walk, we'll go towards the camp. I don't know how fast you guys can go…" "We'll come after you. Come on Dylan, let's go."
We stumble to the camp, 2Dads and Bird in front of us. Dylan is having a hard time, and so is 2Dads. And Bird. But none of us shows it. That's what navy taught us, you have to keep fighting for each other. Thinking about it, Bird is perfectly cut out for the navy. I'm gonna tell her that. When we're off this island.

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We reach the camp. "Ah, Curly, please, put me down, put me down!" Dylan says. I put him down. "I'm sorry Dylan, I can't give you anything for the pain. We need to wait for Swain." Bird looks around. "He would come at 07:00. What time is it now?" I look at my watch. "Damn, it's broken. And the guy promised me it was indestructible."
Bird smiles. "RO has a watch. He'll be back soon." She puts 2Dads down. "Hey Bird, we need to take care of them. Can you get some water? And I need some towels or something." "Uhm, yeah, sure. I'll go to the creek to get some water, but I don't know anything for towels." "I'll figure something out."
Bird leaves, and I go to 2Dads. "You told me you would be careful." "Sorry", he says. "It's okay. Is this the only place they've hurt you?" I point at his shoulder. He nods. "All right, let's see." I remove his shirt where the bullet wound is. Ai, that looks bad. I look at the other side. No exit wound. That means the bullet is still inside. "Okay, don't move." I take my sweater off. "What are you doing? It's getting night!" "It's okay, 2Dads. I'm gonna use it for the wounds." "Oh." "Come here." I rip my sweater in long pieces and use it as a bandage. "Now, move your fingers for me. Does it hurt?" "Only a little." I nod. "I'm going to check Dylan. Rest, okay?"
I walk to Dylan. He's laying on the ground, eyes closed. "Dylan?" He doesn't respond.
I check his pulse. It's low, but it's there. Phieuw. He's still breathing, at last. When he's out he won't feel the pain, so I don't wake him up. 2Dads stands behind me. "Is he going to make it?" "Yes he is." I hope. I have some pieces of my sweater left and use it to tie Dylan's leg off. "I need some more bandage. And you need to sit down and rest", I tell 2Dads. "Yes, ma'am", he answers politely. I smile. "That's the spirit."
Bird is back. "Hey, I got the water. Can I do anything else?" "Yeah, you can. I need towels or a shirt or a sweater to rip apart." "Here, use mine." "Thanks, Bird." I take her shirt and immediately rip it in long pieces. I look at Dylan. First that bullet wound. When I take care of it, I see his face changing. "Dylan?"
He opens his eyes. I quickly tie the bandage to a knot. "Dylan, hey."
He looks up. "Hey, Curly." He smiles. Then he looks down. He sees the wounds, on his own body. He had no idea it was this bad. "What time is it?" "I don't know Dylan, but it's still in the late-afternoon. We stay at the island this night." He nods. "So… How's 2Dads doing? And Bird? And RO?" "They're here. Bird! Come, he's awake."
She comes to me. "You see? Except for RO, but he will be here in any minute." I haven't even finished my sentence, or we hear someone shouting. "I'm sick of you two! Just keep walking, sicko's."
There comes RO, with the two sicko's in front of him. "Sit down. I said sit down!" The guys go sit down. "Bird, can you help me?" "Sure." Bird ties them to the tree. "They won't move", she says. "Good."
They walk back to us. RO immediately takes care of the fire we kind of started.
"Hey people, let's sit around the fire. It's getting night so we better stay warm." "Good idea", says 2Dads. Bird helps him.
"RO, can you help me?" I ask him. "Sure." Together we help Dylan up and bring him to the fire. "Easy… Good job." "Thanks guys", says Dylan. I go sit down next to him. "Dylan, let me see that cut-wound again?" He turns around. "Long, not deep." I have some long pieces of my sweater left. Well, let's check him out some further before using it. I start pushing at his ribs. "Ah, that hurts." "Sorry Dylan. You've broken some ribs. And you've got a nasty wound at your head… I need to clean the wound and let is stop bleeding. Here, let's use this." It's the piece of sweater, well what's left of it. I take the water Bird got and use it to clean the wound. We're so lucky there's sweet water at this island. "Here, keep pressure on it, all right?" "Copy that."

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"Good job, Melody." "Thanks 2Dads. It's all what's left of the stew Bird & Dylan were trying to make."
We're all sitting around the fire, keeping warm and safe. It's getting pretty dark. "So guys, how did you ended up here? We need to get through the night so we better keep talking." I ask them.
2Dads starts with talking. "Well, we were doing combat-training with Dutchy. And we didn't do a very good job. So Dutchy here thought we could go on an exped. Nice, huh." "Well, you guys needed it. But I never expected it to be as rough as this." Dylan looks sad. "I'm not saying it's your fault, Dutchy. Actually, until I got tied up I pretty liked this whole thing." The boys smile. Everything is okay again. "So, how did everything of this happen? I mean, you were together all the time?" Bird answers. "No, we weren't. 2Dads and RO were fishing, and Dutchy and I were going to make stew. I got water from the creek and when I came back… I saw those guys taking Dutchy. I went after them." She stops, takes a breath. "Then I lost track. I didn't know what to do, when I heard someone shouting." Dylan interrupts. "That was me." "I walked to the direction where the sound came from. And then I saw Dutchy. Yek." Bird is horrified. Dylan continues.
"When we came at the camp, one of the guys untied me. I tried to get away, I fought, but they had a gun. And then they let me free." "What?" I ask Dylan. "I needed to run, so they could hunt after me -sicko's. So, I ran, I fell, I got up again and kept running. And then pain." Dylan looks at his leg. "I fell down. The guys found me, just left me laying there. And then Bird came. And from then on there's a black spot." "But I still know, hard to forget", says Bird. She continues. "The guy noticed me. 'Hey!' he shouted. I ran. Faster, faster, faster. Then I saw a huge, blue, flashing light. I panicked, I stopped. Next to me was a tree, and a second later there was an arrow in that same tree. I surrendered." Wow, she must be horrified. What a brave girl. She takes a breath, and continues. "They took me to the camp, and they tied me up to a tree. Since then they left me… Dutchy?" Next to me I hear a strange sound. "Dylan?!"
He's laying at the ground, obviously in a lot of pain. I kneel next to him. "Where does it hurt? Dylan, don't close your eyes. Open those eyes. Good. Now, I need you to stay with me, okay? Hang on." "Oh god." "Bird, it's gonna be okay." Dylan wants to close his eyes. "Dylan, Dylan, I know you're tired, but you need to keep your eyes open. Dylan! Can you hear me?" No response. His eyes stay closed. "Dylan?" I check his pulse. "Damn, we lost him! Can any of you do CPR?" RO steps forward. "I can." "Well, quickly, come and help me!" He kneels next to me and Dylan. "All right, I'll give him 2 breaths, you give 30 compressions." I take a deep breath and slowly breath out in Dylan's mouth. And once again. "Okay RO, go! 1.. 2.. 3.. 4..!"

A/n: So, will he survive? To be continued!