Beacon of Hope (2/2)
Darius bolted awake and began to breath rapidly.
"Whoa, hey you, okay?" A voice asked. Darius regained control of his senses and saw it was Yasmina. "Looked like you were having a bad dream."
"Yeah, I'm fine." Darius assured. "Sorry I fell asleep."
"I'm the one who agreed to take first shift, remember?" Yaz asked. Darius looked to the left and saw Brooklyn Sammy and Kenji all passed out in the gift shop.
"Where's Patrick?" Darius asked.
"Don't know." Yaz whispered trying to mask her worry. "He went to get bandages for the compy bite"
Yaz stared at the ground with a frown before looking back at Darius.
"I have to find that beacon." Darius whispered crossing his arms. "I just need to try harder."
Yaz frowned when suddenly the two heard footsteps. Darius poked his head outside the store to see Patrick walking down Main Street heading towards the restaurant. Darius signaled Yaz to follow him and the two began to follow the boy into the restaurant.
"What's he doing?" Yaz asked keeping her voice low. Darius noticed he was holding a screwdriver in his hand. He looked around before throwing it into a cooler, further confusing the two. Yaz having enough, stood up. "Hey dude."
Patrick spun around at the sound of her voice, scared causing Yaz to put her hands up.
"Hey..." Yaz said as Patrick brushed his own leg, anxiety beating through his heart. "Calm down there limp."
"Don't call me that." Patrick ordered defensive causing Yaz's smile to fade.
"Okay?" Yaz said as Darius walked into Patrick line of sight.
"What are you doing here?" Darius asked.
"Looking for a medical kit." Patrick said. "For the bite."
"Uh huh." Yaz deadpanned gesturing to the medical kit hanging in the front door. "That medical kit? The one you walked right past? What's going on?"
"I..." Patrick whispered looking down at his leg before quickly looking up. "I... just need some air."
As much as Yaz wanted to press further, she knew it was futile, so she gave up.
"Push ups." Yaz suddenly said. She then confused the boys further by dipping pushups, raising her broken leg in the air.
"That's the last time I eat unthawed pizza..." Darius whispered towards Patrick.
"And the last time I repair it in the middle of the night." Patrick added before mentally slapping himself.
"Do what?" Darius asked but was interrupted by Yaz, who couldn't hear them.
"When I run, I push myself. Go faster, try harder, and that's good. But sometimes I get in my own head. So, we clear our minds." Yaz explained stretching her arms. "So, how do you clear your minds?"
"Star gazing." Patrick whispered sheepishly. "I would always sneak out when it was a clear night. Which, unfortunately it's not tonight. A nice alternative would be nature walks."
"Great!" Darius exclaimed. "We can walk to where I would normally go."
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Camp Cretaceous: Trust
FanfictionHis name is Patrick Palmer. A boy with a ton of insecurities. He spent years of his life being bullied for a something he has no control over. After another day, his mom calls Patrick's uncle and he gets him a spot in Camp Cretaceous, where he'll g...
