Clementine had become a wild child. Born in America but raised abroad, she now had little regard for the expectations of high society. But her reckless ways eventually catch up with her when she is kicked out of college in New York City and forced t...
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Then they lay out, drying by the side of the water, letting the sun warm their skin.
Clementine felt a bit like an amphibian, trying to warm her cold bones out from the inside.
She turned to peer at Zico, who was lying beside her, eyes closed and clearly enjoying the sun.
She moved her fingers to take a hold of his, gently and inquisitively at first, and feeling him holding back harder, not opening his eyes but smiling, she breathed into this posture.
They had a little cat nap there, and when they awoke, the sun was already a little bit lower.
A bit disoriented at first, Clementine realize that this indeed was not a Drea, but something akin to it.
This can't be my reality, she thought to herself.
But as Zico rummaged through his backpack, he pulled out a variety of fruits which they ate, and she was able to confirm that his was real. Their physicality was real.
Then he lit up a joint, which they shared together.
Then they made out on the rock, took another swim, and got back out to pack their things.
They didn't say much, and they did't have to. All her senses were so lit alive with the life that the nature was expunging, that it was overwhelming in the best possible way.
In fact, it was the heat or the water or him, but she had to lie down.
Asking Zico for a moment, he did't mind as he packed their bags.
Clementine laid down, and didn't want to think off anything except the present moment.
She was starting to drift off, and when she least expected it, in a state somewhere between wakefulness and sleep she suddenly felt something sharp at the bottom of her shoulder.
"What the..." before she had a chance to se what it was, Zico yelled across to her:
"Clementine move over!"
But she could barely register, because she felt the pain begin to spread throughout her body.
It wasn't until Zico ran up to her, and grabbed her, literally pocking her up did she see it.
There, right where she was lying was a snake, slowly slithering away.
Not only was it a snake, but it was a brightly coloured snake. And if there was one thing that she remembered from her biology classes was that the brighter the colour the more poison.
"Oh my god..." Clementine didn't know how to react. Her whole being went numb, both form the shock of it and the physical effects.
"Clementine! Can you hear me?" Zico was shaking her slightly, trying to get her to respond.
"I..." but the couldn't remember what she wanted to say,
"Clementine, you were bitten by a snake," Zico kept saying her name, repeating what she already knew. "Show me where." Zico tired to stay calm but she could see his usual calm frontier pierced by a sense of urgency and worry in his eyes.
She only had a chance to absent - mindedly turn around and bring her arm up to where it happened.
Zico took a look at it and murmured under his breath "mierda," which was obviously not a good sign.
She wanted to cry but she couldn't'. Then the world went a little blurry and she felt like she was falling asleep.
"You have to stay awake Clemy! Come on, stay awake," she could hear him speaking to her, but there was little she could do now, except give in.
The last thing she remembered, was Zico leaning in towards her shoulder, as if he was going to kiss it.
Over the course of the next comments she was able to do so, she recalled drifting form consciousness and out of it, seeing that she was in a different place. Waking up in the car...waking up in the lights...but it wasn't a possibility to piece anything together just yet.
