The next morning, Barnacles woke up again. He yawned and rubbed his eyes. Fully awake, Barnacles felt his midsection. He was still losing blood, and by the touch he could tell that he had already lost at least 3 pints of blood already.
"Ugh." Barnacles groaned, wiping tears away. "Alright, day 3. I've gotta get outta here this time."
Barnacles sighed and slowly, painfully, flipped back over, screaming bloody murder once again. Barnacles coughed and cried, the pain shooting through his body. Coughing and crying, Barnacles used all the effort he had to drag himself out of the canyon again. He had only made it 3 inches before his vision started to blur.
With noway to see, Barnacles stopped where he was, having no energy left to drag himself back to the puddle.
Barnacles was in a lot of pain. So much that he couldn't stop himself from vomiting, even if it increased the risk of dehydration, the pain was just too much.
As he vomited, Barnacles felt something else. Something warm and wet spreading between his legs.
"Oh no. Don't, please don't!" Barnacles cried, trying to stop himself, but knew he couldn't.
After 51 hours, Captain Barnacles the polar bear, can no longer stop himself from urinating.
With his clothes wet, the risk of hypothermia has rised. If Barnacles was to stay out in the cold for another night, he will likely freeze to death by morning.
Barnacles cried, knowing he had lost the battle. Three days stranded in the canyon with a shattered pelvis and internal bleeding, clothes now wet, and the risk of dehydration and hypothermia on the line, Barnacles can no longer deny that he needs help.
Barnacles cried as he reached to his side, bringing out his Octocompass. He had to call the Octopod, but how disappointed Professor Inkling would be when he finds out that Barnacles could not take care of himself after all.
Barnacles coughed and pressed the Octoalert on his Octocompass. The alert sounded and Barnacles coughed again.
"Octonauts," He cried. "To your stations."
Back at the Octopod, the Octonauts heard the alert and went up to HQ, standing at their rightful places. On the screen, Barnacles tear-stained face was shown.
"Aye Captain, what is it?" Kwazzi asked the polar bear.
"Octonauts," Barnacles began, tears running down his face again. "I hate to admit this, but I need your help."
"What's wrong, Captain?" Peso asked. "Why are you crying?"
"There's no time to explain right now." Barnacles shook his head. "For three days I've been stuck, stranded in the Texas Canyons. I can't stand another here, for if I don't get out of here, I could die tonight."
"Oh no!" The Octonauts gasped, concern for their captain.
"Don't worry Captain," Kwazzi saluted. "We're on our way. Stay right where you are."
"I don't really have a choice in that, Kwazzi." Barnacles laughed, ending the call.
"Come on crew," Kwazzi ordered. "Our captain needs us."
The Octonauts nodded and ran down to the Launch Bay. They entered the GUP-X and strapped themselves in.
"Tunip," Kwazzi called to the vegimal. "Open the Octohatch."
Tunip saluted and pulled the lever down, opening the Octohatch. Kwazzi started the engine and drove out of the Octopod, heading to United States, Texas.