The Martians [The Martian Fanfiction]

Sol 7

Log Entry: Sol 7

You would think that it wouldn't be hard to take care of an injured man. Well it's not meant to be hard, unless your nursing Watney...

If I hear one more "your momma" joke I swear I'll go crazy!

Last night I was up and down all night like I mother getting a bottle for her baby but instead I was giving this baby painkillers.

Today is the day when Mark and I sit down and count our supplies. This should be fun..."

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"125..." Mark mumbled as I walked over to the work bench he had is note book open and a spoonful of food in his mouth.

"Is that all the food we have to last until the Ares 4 mission?" I said taking a seat across from him eating my ration of food.

"Yep..." He clicked the pen "you should have gone, Dakota...." He said.

"I was your partner, I wasn't just going to leave you here." I spoke up looking up at him.

He shook his head "how'd you sleep?" He changed the subject.

"Poorly... Don't you remember? I was up all night looking after you?" I walked over to the food compartments when I saw a box that said "don't open until Thanksgiving...." I murmured.

"What?" Watney turned around on his chair and looked at me.

"Don't open until Thanksgiving" I said again this time more of a statement then a question. I opened up the box. "Potatoes.... Why did they send us potatoes?"

"I don't know... Maybe some smart guy at NASA thought that we could bond of peeling potatoes or some bullshit like that..." He said with a smirk.

"Don't be a dick, Watney" I smiled.

"Well I have a plan..." He said. "I'll spare you the boring details. We can bring in the Martian soil from outside and fill the HAB up with it. I can then mix all of the dehydrated shit with water and bam! We have ourselves a little thing called germination." He smiled.

"Alright... Go log that in" I said.

"Hey! You can't tell me what to do I'm your commander now..."

"Mark the whole Ares 3 mission is officially over for us" I rolled my eyes walking to my bunker.

I was specialised in med but I was also in charge of communication to Hermes. Mark wanted me to figure out how to contact Earth of the rest of the Ares 3 crew.

It is time to seriously just shut my eyes and think of a way to get off of this god damn planet.... With Watney alive.