A/n: So, I know I'm a little late, but happy new year everyone! I hope you like this chapter. ;-)
CHAPTER 4 : WHEN WE'RE ALL TOGETHER THERE'S NOTHING TO FEAR
"25.. 26.. 27.. 28.. 29.. 30!" I check his pulse. Do I feel…? "Yes, yes! I've got a pulse, I've got a pulse."
Dylan starts coughing. He opens his eyes. "Hey, welcome back." He wants to talk. "Shh, save your breath. Just relax." He keeps laying down, he does what he has been told. What a relief, we got him back. "So, we need to be ready for the night. Search for anything to keep yourself comfortable. Maybe bags, or other clothes." 2Dads has an idea. "We can search at their camp." He means the sicko's. I stand up, "I can do that. But someone needs to keep an eye here." Bird speaks up. "We will. I think you know best what to use." "Why do you think that?" "Well, you look like you survival often", she says. I smile. "I do? Well, thank you. I better go than." I walk towards the camp of the sicko's. What a horrible place. I take what I need and I walk back. Then I see something. Oh my god. I see two skeletons. I quickly keep walking towards the rest of us. I'm real angry right now. These guys hurted Dylan. My only friend left from when I was young. I owe him so much, and they hurt him. I can't let that happen. I see them sitting. "Now, look what you've guys done! Is that what you guys want? Why are you doing this?" I interrupt them.
They look at me, with their, ugly, stupid faces. "Well, it's not like I regret it." "What? You don't regret it? For god's sake, you almost killed a man!" He answers, his voice is horrifying cold. "Not almost. It was my plan. Piggy was going to be my third victory." His victory. This guy is sick. "Your victory. Please don't make me laugh. How sick are you guys?" They look surprised. "Sick? We're not sick. We're impressed by all the violence in the world. And we can't handle that. At all. Ghehehe." I walk away. These guys are not worth my time. 2Dads looks at me. "Hey, are you okay?" I suddenly realize I screamed. They must be scared of me by now. "Yeah, I'm so sorry if I scared you guys." I go sit next to Dylan, and hold his head on my lap. He closes his eyes, and falls into a deep sleep. I put a blanket around him. I've put the other things I found near the campfire. I look around.
RO starts talking. "Are you sure? Why were you that angry? I mean, they haven't done anything to you." "Oh, I'm fine. The reason I was that angry was because, I… I couldn't let anyone else so close to me slip away." RO understands, but 2Dads and Bird look a bit confused. I explain. "Dylan… Dutchy and I went to high-school together, together with my twin-brother Josh. Josh Holiday, if you know him you know him as ET." 2Dads looks surprised. "The guy I followed up?" RO answers. "Yes, indeed." "Wow." I continue. "Dylan decided to join navy. ET followed him. And so did I. You all know, Josh died in a dive-accident." They're all quiet. I hope they understand. I look at Dylan. No, after everything he has done for me… I owe him so much. "Melody?" I look up. It's Bird.
"Yeah?" "It's okay if I ask you a question?" "Sure." "Well, how did YOU get here? You know how we got here, but…" I understand her question. I think I would ask the same. "Well, Josh used to say life's too short. He always told me I was too busy with stuff, and not enjoying life that much as he did. So after he died, I decided to travel through Australia with the canoe he gave me. Dutchy never thought it was a good idea. He had his doubts." Bird speaks up. "I think it's because he cares about you." Ah, sweetheart. "Yeah, I think the same, Bird. But, I was canoeing, and I crashed. And I ended up here. That's the story."
A little break.
"But Bird, just before Dutchy went out, you told us about what happened. Do you remember some more stuff?"
Bird's surprised by that question. "Uhm yeah." It seems like she doesn't know how to say it. "It's okay Bird." She looks at me. "Oh, it was awful. They had a knife, and they kept pushing at that arrow in his leg and…" Bird's voice drives away. 2Dads supports her. "Hey Bird, it's okay. We're all gonna be fine. Swain will come and then everything's over."
"Oh, okay. Still…" "Bird, look at me." She looks at me. "Bird, we're all together. And when we're all together there's nothing to fear." She nods. I'm getting through. "We're safe now", she wispers. "Yes Bird. So now you can tell us what happened."
She takes a deep breath. "I'm gonna tell you what happened."
"They tied me up. And they left me. Didn't do a thing with me. They were discussing about hunting me. I was scared. And 2Dads and RO, they didn't even know of these sicko's. But I cared more about Dutchy. He was just sitting there, with an arrow in his leg! That rope tied around his neck… " Bird shakes her head, she still can't believe it. I'm listening with an open mouth. This has all really happened. I look down at Dutchy. He's still sleeping. Bird continues. "From then on they didn't do much. Then they saw 2Dads, and… Well, you all know what happened. So, than 2Dads was tied up too. You were unconscious about all the time." 2Dads nods. "That's right, I can't remember a thing of it. Well, talking about it, I do remember that the guys, uhm, how do I say it?" He looks at Bird. "They got Dylan up, removed his handcuffs and that rope around his neck, and then he needed to move. That's when they hung him up. It must have been very painful."
I look down at Dylan. He's awake. "Hey Dylan. Welcome back." Everyone becomes quiet. "Hey", he says. "Do you want to sit?" I ask him. He nods. I slowly help him sit. "Take it easy", I warn him. "I'm okay, Curly." "Of course you are." He looks around him. I cannot really describe what he sees, but I'll give it a try. Three people, all with a heartwarming look, a campfire, and behind them the two sicko's who caused real much trouble. He turns around. Behind him he sees his old friend, me, who's still there for him. As I have always been. In his leg is no longer an arrow, it has been wrapped up with sweaters of people who care about him. He looks at me. "Thank you", he whispers. "Hey, I'm a Navy-medic, Bird's a navy-medic in training. What did you expect?" He wants to laugh, but it hurts. "Aw, Curly, please don't make me laugh. It hurts." "I'm sorry." I look at Bird, she looks back. "Shall we continue?" She nods. And explains. "Dutchy? We were talking about what happened in the last 8 hours." He nods. "We were talking about the part that they hung you up at your wrists." Dylan is quiet. "Yeah. I didn't forget that."
He continues. "It went by very fast, the pain was killing me. I do remember that they pointed a gun at me for some reason." Bird nods. "That was when I needed to run…" "And I was still awake", says 2Dads. He continues. "Dutchy, first they pulled that arrow out. The guy noticed I was still awake, he walked to me and hit me with something very hard, probably to get me unconscious. It didn't work, but I have a huge headache now."
We all smile. "But serious, from then on I don't know much. I was barely awake, I don't know anything until I saw Bird." But Dutchy knows. I can read it of his face. And than he says it. The word I didn't want to hear. Not from him. Not in this condition.
I look at him, and I see his injuries: the scratch above his left eyebrow, a big and long wound probably made by a knife at his chest, and at the right side of his belly a bullet wound. And the big wound at his leg, from the arrow. I wrapped some things up, but blood is coming through. And than we still have bruises and scratches, almost everywhere on his brown and muscled body.
But he says it. Loud and clear.
A/N: so, I hope you guys all like it! Sorry that I use the same words all the time, as I said before English is not my first language. And don't forget to review! ;-)
