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Felicity POV
Once again I woke up to a fresh dose of pain along with a terrible migraine. Something felt off. I felt as if someone or something was watching me. Was Oliver here to rescue the clumsy damsel in distress at last? Probably not. It was probably the black smoke monster from Lost waiting to kill me.
Slowly lifting my head up off the rock, waves of pain washed over me. My burned calf woke from its slumber to scream at my pain receptors. My wrist saw how much fun my calf was having and decided to join in. My vision was fuzzy. At first I thought it was the pain influencing my vision, but I realized that my glasses were no longer resting in their normal position. My glasses must have fallen off when I high-fived the ground with my face. The screamo band known as my wrist and leg was quickly drowned out by a loud snarling sound inches from my face.
I froze ever single muscle in my body as I took in the blurry nightmare in front of me. A fluffy gray wolf stood in an attack stance leaning towards me. The creature's teeth were bared exposing sharp canine teeth along with pink gums. The wolf's lips vibrated as it let out another vicious snarl. Oh grandmother, what nice teeth you have. The better to eat you with dear. My mind screamed as I felt like Little Red Riding Hood facing the big bad wolf.
The wolf's fur stood on edge down it's back as it's tail was raised in the air stiffly. The creatures honey colored eyes were locked on it's next meal; me. Moving a paw forward, the beast drew closer to me. I was going to die. I could see the headlines now. Queen Survives Island Again. Secretary Ripped to Shreds by Wolves.
Looking to my left cautiously, I saw the pointed stick I had crafted into a makeshift weapon earlier. As slowly as I could, I carefully moved my hand in the direction of the stick. If I was going to die, I'd rather die fighting. My hand wrapped around the wood. A low growl seemed to be the wolf's way of telling me 'don't you dare.' I braced myself to attack, while the wolf looked ready to lunge. Before either one of us could move a sound caught both of our attention. The sound of a branch snapping followed by a loud thud was heard in the distance.
The wolf looked in the direction the noise had came from. My eyes remained locked on the wolf. Hope bubbled inside of me. Please go investigate, please dear God! As if the creature heard my thoughts, it's attention snapped back to me. The glare the beast gave me was a look of promise. If the creature could talk I would bet my WiFi connection that it was telling me 'I'll be right back. Don't move.'
With one last growl, the wolf ran off towards the direction of the sound. Waiting a minute to make sure the predator was truly gone, I took off running. I didn't realize my flats had slipped off until I landed on a thorny plant. Knowing I needed to keep going unless I wanted to be puppy chow, I pressed on. At this rate, pain and I were going to become best friends like Oliver. The only explanation I had for being able to run so hard for so long was adrenaline.
Running when you can't see that great is really difficult. I received face fulls of both spiderwebs and branches, ran into numerous trees, and to finish everything off I wound up running off a tiny cliff and landed face first into a stream. I quickly realized that this was water I would be able to drink. I lifted my body up with my good hand and scooped up a small amount of water. Raising my hand to my lips, I guided the water into my eager mouth. My dry throat shouted praises as I swallowed the water. Several scoops of water later, my body decided it was satisfied.
I moved on to cleaning myself. I rinsed of caked on blood that had been mixed with dirt and grime. Working my way down the body, I reached my grotesque looking feet. I painfully removed thorns that had been deeply embedded in the skin on the souls of my feet. Why did my shoes come off? WHY?
I finished tidying myself up and moved to a rock beside the stream. Sitting on the rock, I tried coming up with some kind of game plan. It's going to get dark soon. Think about all the episodes of Survivor, Lost, and any other island themed show you've watched Felicity. I could try to find a cave, but what if it's inhabited with a pack of bloodthirsty wolves or the giant six foot spider from Gilligan's Island? Staying out in the open makes me a easy target. I could attempt to build a fire to keep the predators away, but I don't have very high hopes of succeeding. I could travel back to the jet. I could camp there for the night and resume the search for Oliver first thing tomorrow morning. To get back to the jet though I would possibly need to pass by The Big Bad Wolf again. No way was I getting back in the ring with that wolf.
I heard a twig snap behind me and fear took over my body once again. Did the wolf read my thoughts and decide to come eat me for dessert? Was another creature waiting to devour me instead?
"Felicity?" The creature asked. Oh great, either I've gone insane or the wolf learned how to talk. Wait a second... That sounded a lot like Oliver's voice. I turned around to make out a cloudy man in the distance. The man came closer and closer.
"Felicity?" He asked a second time. Only one man could say my name like that.
"Oliver, is it you? Is it really you?" I asked fearfully. I was scared I was passed out cold somewhere and that all of this was just a figment of my imagination.
"Yes. Here maybe these will help," he replied reaching my proximity. I saw his arms lift up towards my face. Tentatively, he slowly eased my glasses on my face trying to avoid all the cuts and bruises I had obtained from my running earlier. Like adjusting the focus on a camera, Oliver's blurry face shifted into a familiar rugged version I was used to seeing.
"It's you! It's really you!" I choked out. I wrapped him in a painful hug resting my head on his shoulder. Pain meant nothing to me right now. Oliver was alive and I had him in my embrace. I gave him a squeeze and felt him suck in a painful breath. I loosened my grip apologetically.
We were together. We had both survived against all odds. It was us against the world...well island.