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Clove POV:
I hold my son close to me. I hope that he's not too hurt. I don't know where Sam, Darren, or Cato are. I just really hope that they're okay and that they're not... I can't say it. I can't even think if they're hurt.
"I'm scared mom," I look down at Alex.
"I'm scared too," I answer truthfully. We hang onto the tree and just float. As we float I look around. I see power lines in the water, cars, trees, and people. We pass bodies floating in the water. Those people probably came here for a vacation, and now they're dead. They probably have families that don't even know that they're dead, just think that they're getting tans right now near the ocean. Oh god, Marina and her family. They probably got the worst of this tsunami. I shed a tear, they're probably dead. They were such a nice family.
"What are your injuries?" I ask.
"My face got hit against the concrete of the pool and I'm just scrapped," he responds.
"We got to get out of the water," I say, looking at another power line. We paddle to the land and we stand. I want to sit back down because the pain is so intense in my leg, but I grit my teeth and keep walking, for Alex's sake.
"Mom," I turn around to see him pointing at my leg. Because of the branch a whole chuck of skin is hanging off my leg. I know that I can't pull it off so I grab a rope and tie it. Alex looks away, and it takes everything in me not to scream in pain. When I'm done, spots are dotting my vision. I pull out bloody pieces of glass that I can find and we continue walking. Eventually I have to lean on Alex for support. All of a sudden I hear a baby's cries. I stop and listen, I hear it again.
"Alex, we have to help that child," I say, limping ahead.
"No mom, we need to get you help," he says motioning to my leg.
"Alex, we need to help that baby," I insist.
"No, your loosing a lot of blood, and your hurt," he argues.
"Well that baby will be hurt or is hurt too. Alex that is someone's child. I need to help him or her. If one of you were hurt or lost I would want someone to do that for me," I say, limping ahead. Ignoring any protests from Alex. Eventually Alex falls in step with me. I hear the baby's cries more. I walk in the direction of the baby's cries. I look around and see that the leaves are moving. That's where the baby is. I try to move the branches, but I'm too weak.
"Please Alex," I plead with my son. He quickly helps me lift the branch to reveal a beautiful baby boy. He has bronze hair and sea green eyes. I gently pick up the crying baby and calm him.
"It's okay, I'm here," I say, rocking him. The baby calms down. Luckily he's not hurt, just little cuts. We continue walking while I hold him.
"We should find a tree," I say. Alex agrees and we continue looking for a tree. We find one buts it's really high. I know that it'll be hard to get up, but I have to try. Alex goes up first, then I hand him the baby. Then I try to get up. I can't really jump, and my stomach is so wounded that it'll hurt even if I try to pull myself up. When I try to lift myself up, I let our my first scream. It scares Alex and it scares me. I try to jump up, but it doesn't work. Tears cloud my vision as I try to pull myself up. Alex comes down and helps me up. He has to go down and let me support my weight on his back so I can get up. I can tell that he's struggling, but he's not saying anything. I better just pull myself up and go through a lot of pain then let Alex go through back pain. I grit my teeth and pull myself up fully, scraping my chest and leg in the process. Black dots cloud my vision as I'm sitting in the tree.
"Thank you Alex," I say thankfully.
"Your welcome mom, I think that we should sleep," he suggests. I don't argue with him. I let him lean into me and put his head in between my neck so he's comfortable. Then I drift off, dreaming about our life before this.
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