Author's Note: So in this chapter (just warning) that it will gets worse before it will gets better. I'll try to post more as soon as I can. Vote for gender and names. Please read and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Blue Lagoon: The Awaking.
Warning: Contains Blood and Gore
Waiting by 3sth3r
Chapter 7: Fever
Dean's POV
Only a few days have passed and Emma isn't better. She's getting worse. I have been up for more than a day. When I try to fall asleep my brain guilt trips me into stay awake. The moon shines bright overhead and the rain has ended but there is still a chill in the wind.
I feel Emma's pulse for the fifth time in less a few hours. Her pulse is still fast and her skin is hotter than it was this afternoon. But at least she ate some of the berries I picked for her and drink some of the water. Her head lies in my lap, I slowly stroke her hair.
After a few minutes, I move her head from my lap and place her head on the ground. I move around her catching the cold on my bear back and lift the blanket to reveal her left leg. It's been bandaged twice now but as time has passed the wound has gotten worse. Much worse. I untie the bandage and slowly peel it off her sticky skin. The bite has become infected. Around the bite her leg has begun to swell and the red sound the makes the swelling even greater. There are small pockets of white-yellowish puss. I take a long thin rock, almost needle like and start to drain the puss. After reapplying the aloe and replace the bandaged with a new one and tie it tightly on to her leg.
I take another blanket and tuck Emma in as best as I can. I lie next to her, blocking most of the cool wind away. I don't how or when but I slowly my eyes close and fall into a dark sleep.
When I wake up and feel like I'm fire. When I open my eyes I see the Emma, and the sun has just rose over the horizon. She is lying on top of me. But she not just lying on top of me, she is shaking. "Emma." I whisper.
She tilts her head to look at me. Her eyes are watery. "Dean, I feel so tired." She tries to sob but it comes out as a dry cough. She coughs on to my chest and realize that she might need a new change of clothes and a bath. "Dean, help me." She says.
I get up and hold Emma in my arms. I take off the blankets and stand with Emma in my arms. I walk down the steps and towards the water but not without a change of clothes for Emma and me, and a cloth to scrub the dead skin cells away.
Emma body is burning against mine as I walk. I can only hope that she will somehow get through this. God I hope so. Emma starts to fall to sleep again. It's going to be a long couple of days.
When I arrive at the water's edge I put Emma now the somewhat smoothed out rocks. I take off my short and take Emma out of her dress so we are both naked. The waterfall has two pools of water at the end the large pool which is cold and the warmer pool but it is much smaller. I choose to bring Emma to the smaller pool so she will not be cold and so I just get in with her.
"Emma." I shake her. "Em, wake up." She opens her eyes and tries to get up. I help her up and let her lend against me. We slowly wade into the water. She looks up at me and smiles. "Emma put your arms around my neck." Emma does as she is told and holds on.
I warp my arm around her waist and then grab the cloth. I scrub her neck and move down to her back. Wishing that I had soap, I scrub her arms, and start to scrub her chest and breasts. "Dean," she whispers in my ear, "that feels good. We should do this more enough." She lends into my hand which is cupping her breast.
Emma tries to kiss me but I pull away, "Maybe we can do this when you are better." She pouts at me. I move on to scrub under her arms and notice something. "Have you been shaving under your arms?" Emma nods and smiles.
"But…but …" she lets out a small giggle, "don't tell Dean," she whispers, "he thinks I'm naturally hairless. Ha, ha, ha." Emma puts one finger to her lips motioning me to but silence. O, boy.
"Emma where are you?" I ask politely.
"I'm on the island, silly, with Dean." She sighs. "And you see this bulge," she points her stomach, "it his baby." She laughs loudly.
"Emma?"
"Yes." I continue to scrub. I place Emma on top of one of the rocks and scrub her legs and feet avoiding the infected bite.
"Who do you think I am?" I ask.
"You're the voice." She says, in my ear. I shake my head. Thinking back to my anatomy and physiology class in school I know that sometimes fevers can bring on illusions. I'm really hoping that for Emma this doesn't last long. I finish scrubbing and tell Emma to lay down until her she dry. I scrub myself quickly and get out of the warm pool. When we are both semi-dry, we dress. Emma starts to get up but then quickly falls down. I catch her before she falls back into the pool. "Emma, how do you feel?"
She turns to look at me, and smiles. "I feel funny. Do you feel funny?" I shake my head. I take a breath in, gather our thing and start to pull her into my arms. She pulls away, "What are you doing?" she asks.
"I was going to carry you."
She shakes her head, "I don't want you to carry me. I'm fine." She begins to giggle again.
I rise my hands, "Fine, do whatever you want." Emma doesn't make it two steps before she stumbles again. I catch her again for the second time today and lend her to the house.
When we get back she eats almost all the berries that were there from yesterday that she didn't eat. "Are you feeling ok?" I ask her again. She nods while still chewing on the fruits. I feel her for head. She doesn't feel as bad as before. But I'm still worried about her.
After popping yet another berry into her mouth Emma stills. "Emma what's wrong?" She shakes her head and pulls herself out the window. She begins to cough up all the food she had just eaten. Slowly she sinks down to the ground and just before she goes to sleep I manage to give her so water.
With her head in my lap the day moves pass into the night. She seems to be getting better but I'm afraid the appearances can be misleading.
To be continued...