Two weeks after later, the bright light of euphoria still hung in the air. The campers had finally gotten back to work on figuring out how to bring down Dorian, but they still hadn't made much progress. Thomas was doing his best to help, but even with his aid, the quest to end Dorian seemed like a lost cause. Still there were reasons to be happy. Izzy was making progress in her recovery and had had her neck brace permanently removed. Duncan and Courtney were also well on their way to recovery, and Lindsey and Beth were now fully healed. To top it all off, there had been no more attacks on any of them.
"I wonder if he's given up?" said Lindsey, on the fifteenth day after Izzy's awakening.
"I doubt it." Duncan replied. "He's probably just biding his time, waiting for the right moment, ya know?" They were meeting in the hospital now so Duncan, Courtney, and Izzy could be part of the discussions.
"I think Duncan's right." said Thomas. "There's no way Dorian would just give up. It's not in his nature to role over and quit."
"Yeah, well we can hope, right?" said Gwen, glancing at Thomas. They had all grown to trust Thomas over the last two weeks, but Gwen, Duncan, and Trent seemed to have bonded strongest with him.
"I certainly won't tell you not to hope." Thomas said, answering Gwen's question. "But hoping that a problem will go away, rarely makes it go away."
"Sorry, I know we've bugged you to death about this, but were you really a hit man for the mob?" asked Izzy.
Thomas sighed and said, "Yes Izzy, I was really a hit man for the mob. And before anyone asks again, yes that is how I know so much about this stuff."
"Okay, just checking one last time." said Izzy, with a smile.
"Man, I'm hungry." said Owen.
"Owen, you're always hungry" said Heather, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, so, what's your point?" said Owen. "I like food, is that wrong?"
"No, I'm just saying you don't need to tell us what we already know." said Heather.
"Look, can we not do this now?" said Trent. "We're in the middle of important business and we don't really need an argument about food, okay?"
"Okay, sorry." said Owen and Heather together.
"It's fine." said Trent. "But we need to focus. Gwen and I were working on some ideas last night, and we wanted to show you guys today."
"From where I sit it sounded like you two were working on more than just plans last night." said D.J., smirking.
"Dude, shut up." said Trent shaking his head. The others chuckled at this. "Ha, ha, lets all have a laugh at Trent and Gwen's expense." Trent said in a sarcastic tone. He then looked at Gwen and said, "Honey, do you have the notes we took last night?"
Gwen scowled as she searched through her bag. "Oh shit, I don't have them." she said after a moment of searching. "I must have left them in the room." And with that she rushed out of the room and headed back to the hotel. Ten minutes later, Gwen arrived back at the hotel, and headed upstairs to her and Trent's room.
As she entered the room, something heavy caught her in the side of the head. She stumbled and fell, hitting the floor with a thud. She rolled onto her back and saw the man dressed in black, who had been waiting for her. "Shit." she said, "a trap." The man swung the table leg at her head, but she rolled out of the way, and was on her feet before he could react. Gwen threw a hard kick , which connected painfully with the man's head, causing him to drop the table leg. As he went down, she pounced, throwing punches, hoping to keep him down. But he shoved her off into the wall. Before she could react, she felt something sharp pierce her abdomen. Looking down she saw the bloody knife and then felt it enter her flesh twice more. Gwen staggered and collapsed, and the man disappeared. After a few seconds, Gwen pulled herself to her feet, gasping in pain, as blood began filling her lungs. She reached out for the phone, but collapsed again before she could reach it, the corners of her vision going fuzzy.
Back at the hospital, Trent was getting worried. "Where the hell is she?" he shouted, venting his frustration. "She should have been back thirty minutes ago."
"Dude, relax. I bet she's just having a little trouble finding the notes." said Geoff, with a snicker.
"Geoff, shut up." said Bridgette, in an annoyed voice.
"What, I was just joking." said Geoff.
"Yeah, well I'm not in the mood for jokes." snapped Trent. "That's it, I'm going to get her." And he left, arriving at his room a few minutes later. "Gwen?" he asked. "Gwen you still here?" He entered the room and looked around, calling "Gwen? Gwen? Gw-" And then he found her. "Oh God, GWEN!" She was lying on the floor, face down, covered in blood. Trent rushed to her side, lifting her up from the floor. "Gwen?" he asked, in a choked voice.
"T-Trent?" she replied, hazily.
"Yes, yes it's me." Trent said, fighting back the tears. "Don't worry Gwen, I'm gonna take care of you." He picked her up and rushed back down the stairs and then ran, as fast as he could while carrying her, back to the hospital. He burst through the front doors screaming, "Help! Help! Somebody help."
"Trent?" called Owen, poking his head out of the room, "Trent is that you? Do you have-" He stopped short seeing Gwen's bloody body in Trent's arms.
Doctors scrambled to help, as Trent lay Gwen on a stretcher. The others coming out into the hallway, saw Gwen, and freaked. The doctor ripped open Gwen's shirt to examine the wounds. Just then Gwen went into cardiac arrest. "Paddles!" shouted the doctor. "Charging, clear!" Gwen's body jolted, but did not respond. "Damn it, clear!" Again she jolted, but did not respond. By now Trent was sobbing, and the others were beginning to cry as well. After the fifth attempt at revival the doctor called it "Time of death, 3:35 pm."
"NO!" Trent shouted, throwing himself at the doctor. "SHE'S NOT DEAD, SHE CAN'T BE DEAD, TRY AGAIN YOU STUPID BASTARD." D.J. grabbed Trent and pulled him off the doctor.
"Trent, TRENT!" D.J. shouted. "Calm down, let her go my friend , she's gone." As he said this tears leaked out of his eyes as well.
"No, no, no." Trent moaned. The others gathered around him, their heads hung low. Death had finally claimed one of their friends.
