old dangers ⇾ jurassic world

14. Recovery

Owen tried to heave him self up but was struck by pain very quickly. You could see the torturous look in his eyes as he sat up.

"Where is Gray?" He asked shyly from the ground, his one arm propped himself up to look at me.

"We don't know, Claire woke up and he was gone." I started to get worried because I had forgot all about Gray and now his life is in my hands almost, and his life is in Owen's hand that is still respondent. "We really need to get a move on because Claire and Zach are left without any vehicle for transportation. She was really freaking out this morning and the last thing I need is to-"

I stopped for a second and leaned up against the bike, my hands on my knees. My heart wouldn't stop its harsh beating and no more words could even escape from my lips. I had a dizzy feeling but this was no time for weakness, I wanted to get the words out so we can hurry out but I just waited a few seconds.

"Are you okay?" Owen asked craning his head up to look at me.

"No."

"Well we need to find him now" Owen started to push himself up, pain still scorched in his eyes. My hands extended out to guide him up, his weak legs finally gained stability and he stood up.

"Well I will find him, you need to get actual medical help that didn't come from the rack of American Eagle" I said. It made him smile a bit and that made me smile even wider. I was so lucky that the men above didn't know how to shoot a gun. It still shocks me a bit that they didn't even shoot him in the head or any place more damaging. My mind started to think maybe they did that on purpose so we could escape, but I can't jump to conclusions about these men.

"I said we need to find him, now."

"As you wish sir but first I need a shirt" I looked down at my bra "and get you some gauze for that" I said put my hands in a circular motion around his shoulder.

"You're the best"

"I guess" I flipped my hair that was pulled up into, once again, an awful ponytail. Obviously I had no time for dressing up today but it's not like I look that awful. I had blood stained on my hands and my pants were covered in dirt from the path I rode on.

"I love you" he said. It's so weird to hear that come from him but it's just something to get used to because after this he better be thanking me with that for what just happened.

"I love you too" I kissed his cheek as we both slowly made our way over to the bike.

"I can't drive that thing" he said, but then reality hit him before I spoke "wait you got here, damn my lessons did pay off"

I laughed a little bit as he held onto me with one arm. I went as slow as possible through the gravel road, still observing the action around me. We passed by a herd of ankylosaurus and above us flew a few dimorphodens. The scenery was much more natural now that most of the nephrology and road maps were vines over. The sun was now just skimming the horizon in the distant. We rode on the side of the island so that the ocean was just feet away, both of us looked over our shoulder in disbelief of the beauty. Owen still held on for dear life, he muttered pleads to himself.

It wasn't long till we reached the bungalow. The clock that hung above Owen's door read: 4:45. The sun, like I said, was barely rising over the hills behind us but the soft glow that continued to light the grounds wasn't nearly as bright as preferred. Owen hobbled slowly next to me, his face still white and his skin still cold. I was cold myself being that I rode on his bike for 12 minutes, without a shirt, at the crack of dawn. I shivered slightly as I boosted Owen up to get through the door. He was very weak and I could tell that his persistent nagging about coming with might be more of a danger.

"Aw Ann, you're cold. I'm sorry" he said sheepishly while balancing himself upright on the couch. His voice slurred and I could tell he wasn't fully 'there'.

"No it's okay" I smiled a bit and then walked over into our room to put on that old batman shirt.

Owen whined while calling my name. I laughed a little bit as he continued to call for me. My shirt was on and I walked back to the make-shift living room to see Owen bleeding very harshly, his hand held out with the bullet that was once pierced into his shoulder. The shirt was no longer grasping his injury. I looked at him in shock, rather than horror.

"I got it-" he caught his breath "-it out" he smiled softly looking straight back at me. His smile grew, "that's my shirt that I gave to you last year"

"I always wear this" I pointed up in thought "I wore this when you snuck into my loft up in Brooklyn"

He laughed hysterically "yeah I remember that day, you can sing, like really good too." His voice would fade in and out, he took the characteristics of a stoner and it was quite amusing. It's like talking to you're drunk best friend and she spills everything.

"I still don't know why you didn't just call me"

"That's because I wanted an excuse to see you," he put his index finger up "plus we made out and that's all I could think about for days."

"For days huh?" I asked hoping to get more out of him.

"This isn't some drunk boyfriend/girlfriend moment trust me, I know what you are thinking. I told you that I am-and I always have been-in love with you" his voice deepened as he smiled "you're the only girl I have ever loved, you were my first actual and may I say 'planned' kiss and-"

"Stop right there, you never had an actual first kiss with anyone"

"I may be a real charmer but the girls back home were nothing but big blonde hair" he said. I got up to grab the gauze. I may not have gone to college for nursing but I'm no idiot.

"This might sting but it will be better than you bleeding to death" I said cleaning his wound and wrapping gauze around his whole shoulder.

"Aw how sweet of you" he said smiling tiredly. His eyes drooped down a bit but his smile still was wide as ever and he was definitely relaxed.

"Okay let's go find Gray" I said finally done with my bandaging. Owen stood up really quick, his eyes alert and his other hand fully intact for anything.

"Where do we start?" Owen asked standing up straighter. I made my way towards the door, he followed close behind.

"The control room."