Disclaimer: I do not own Jurassic Park.

Chapter Four: Injured

"Eric?" Amy whispered my name again.

Another shadow scurries past us.

"Eric!"

"Yeah." I finally answer, seeing another shadow scurry past.

"I don't really want to find out what those shadows belong to." Amy told me.

"I don't either let's get out of here." I tell her, but it's too late. Three raptors jump out from around the corner and hiss at us.

I look at Amy who looks more annoyed then scared. I will never be able to understand that girl, and what's going on in her mind. I just grab her arm and begin running. The raptors begin to chase us and they are way faster than we are.

"We need to split up. We'll have a better chance." I tell Amy.

"Okay." Amy runs to the left and I run to the right.

I look behind me and see one of the raptors chasing me. The other two must be chasing Amy. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea splitting up. I enter a room filled with big cages. I run into one of the cages and lock the cage door. The raptor hisses and tries to pry open the door with no success.

Then I hear Amy scream. She sounds like she's in pain. I have to get to her. I have to help her, but the raptor's blocking my path. Then I hear something that sounds like gun shots going off, and then silence. The raptor stops trying to pry the door open and makes a weird screeching noise. It might be trying to call the other raptors that were chasing Amy, but there is no reply. Is Amy dead?

I felt a tear slide down my cheek. I can't lose my best friend. I have to find her. The raptor was still trying to call to the others. Maybe I could sneak by it unnoticed. I began to lift the latch on the door, but as soon as I get it unlocked the raptor turns around slams against the door causing it to fly open. Now I'm doomed. The raptor walked up to me. I felt another tear slide down. I couldn't save her and now we were both dead. I didn't want to watch so I closed my eyes, but instead of feeling pain I hear more gunshots…

BANG…BANG…BANG…

I open my eyes to find the raptor lying dead with three bullet shots in its head. I see Amy standing behind it holding a gun. She was alive! I run up to her and threw my arms around her. Then I really began to cry.

"I heard screaming…and then gunshots… and then silence…I thought you were dead." I told her.

"I'm alright." She replied wincing in pain.

Then I realize that I felt something warm and sticky. I stopped holding Amy and looked at my hands. It was blood. Her blood.

I took a step back and realized she had three big gashes on her side. No wonder she was screaming.

"Amy, you're hurt."

"One of the raptors got me before I shot them." she replied.

"We need to find some antibiotics before it gets infected." I then took off my jacket and wrapped it around the gashes to stop the bleeding. "Where did you find the gun?"

"In a supply closet or maybe it was some shelter. I'm not sure." she replied. "It must have been there in case of emergencies. There is also other stuff in there that I think we can use."

"Lead the way." I told her.

She led me to the small room the gun was. The door was partly torn off. Inside there was canned food, first-aid kits along with antibiotics, water bottles, backpacks, blankets, rope, matches, weapons, and jackets.

"Grab a back pack and put everything you can fit into it." I told her. "We won't be safe here."

She picked up one of the backpacks and began loading it with supplies.

"Where are we going to go now?" she asked.

"I'm not sure, but I know we are not safe here. More raptors might come or worse." I grabbed another backpack and also began putting supplies in it. I put everything I could get into the bag until I couldn't fit anything else. Amy did the same. She would wince in pain ever time she moved her side or bent down to pick something up. She began to look dizzy.

"Amy, are you alright." I asked her.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just need to take a break." she said sitting on the ground. She looked as if she would black out at any minute.

I knelt down beside her and grabbed her hand. "Stay with me, Amy."

"I'll try." she told me, but then she passed out. I needed to tend to her wounds before she bleeds to death or gets a really bad infection. I'm no doctor though. I'll just have to stick with what I know. I picked Amy up and brought her to a big room next to the closet and set her on a table. This must have been a cafeteria.

I unwrapped my jacket from around her stomach which was now covered with dry blood. Her shirt was stuck to her skin from the dry blood. I carefully began lifting up her shirt to get a good look at the gashes. They each looked to be about a centimeter deep. When we get back… if we ever get back, she will most likely have to get stitches. At least they weren't bleeding too much anymore.

I grabbed some of the water bottles from the closet along with a small towel so I could clean out her cuts. For the first time I was really able to feel her ribs. She was so thin, it was almost sickening. The orphanage must not take care of her very well.

After I finished cleaning out the cuts I began to dab cleaning stuff on to her cuts to kill any bacteria. After that I grabbed some bandages and began wrapping them around her stomach.

After I was done I just stared at her sleeping peacefully and soon enough I was sleeping too.

A/N: I am so sorry I keep taking so long to update. I have been very busy, but I'm going to try my very best to update more often.