The Story of Us

Chapter 3

My medical training allowed me to view things from all angles. However, how do you begin to help someone with the limited sources that you have?

Well, actors add to a scene by improv. I took a page from their book.

No, I did not get up on the table and start reciting Shakespeare in order to wake him up. That wouldn't have helped. Yeah, okay, I'm being too sarcastic for some of you. I understand, but try to keep up. I was dragging this long tree trunk of a man two miles back to my lair. Sarcasm is all I have in my life that is consistent; five star was not excluded from it either.

Anyways...

There were two issues with moving him.

One: He was heavy. A man weighing close to a hundred and sixty pounds is a lot of dead weight. I was muscular to a point because of the workouts and walking I did, but it didn't help me much. Women and men are built very differently. We also have different parts to us – thus, it's a bit harder for a woman to move a man than it is for a man to move a woman; unless she's extremely heavy, but I'm not opening up those cans of worms. Hell, I don't know who will ever read this – I suppose in case it's ever read after my demise I wouldn't want to insult anyone.

Moving on.

Improv I found, is key to success. You must play with different options until you find the one that works.

For me, my woman cave underground was actually something I happened on by chance. I can't tell you why I was here or why I dropped off the map from everyone, but that's not important. I might get to that later. Not now though, not when the most crucial part of my little tale is coming up.

I had to drag sir sheepatis down this deep incline hill. One that I stated before would not look like Buttercup or Westly from The Princess Bride having a roll down. If I slip, well, sheep man and I were going to be in trouble. More so him than me. I was awake to stop myself from injury. He'd break his neck.

It took over an hour to safely make it to the bottom. Not only did I have to assure myself I wasn't making a mistake, I needed to make sure he wasn't being jolted too much and he didn't suddenly quit breathing suddenly. I was doing something they teach you on your first day in medical class and that's to never move an injured person. Moving an injured person without knowing their injuries is a huge no-no. Everyone knows that, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

I do not possess levitating abilities or I'd have used that; this would be one of the few times I wish I had that power. Sadly, I am as human as you probably are. Unless you're an invading alien who might be reading this.

In that case; welcome to Earth. Spoiler alert; there is no intelligent life on this planet. Do yourself a favor and haul your ass off it as fast as your spaceship can fly. If you don't believe me, go to your system information and look up the human tide pod challenge. You will understand why I tell you this.

Most likely, an alien invasion is not likely.

Alright then, back to the situation at hand, hm?

Where was I?

Ah, yes. I remember.

Finally got him down the incline and moved over the uneven plain to underneath a small opening. I had carpentered a door out of an Oak tree. It allowed me insulation and protection from the elements.

Keep in mind, I had just been left out of the hospital when I ended up here. I packed what I could from my apartment and planned on escaping to another life.

That life – this one, found me. It had been well past midnight when I decided to make my escape. I had to wait until my family were home safe. They allowed me to go back to my apartment.