Stranded (Brett Eldredge )

(2) Headache Isn't My Only Worry

"Mam I need ya  to open ya eyes" Cody's raspy voice rang into my ear.

I slowly opened my eyes  and I was back in my small room. Brett and Cody stood over me. I groaned and felt my head , it had been wrapped in bandages.

" Meghan do you feel weak, is your vision blurry ?" Brett asked  pulling my eyes open.

"I'm fine " I slowly sat up and shooed them away. 

"What happened ?" I asked feeling a migraine enter my head.

"Well, after ya hit the deck there ya bumped that head of yours a few times then blacked out were as the storm seized to stop and me an Brett carried ya back here" I groaned again just at the sound of Cody's thick accent.

" Then I doctored your head, you had a pretty bad gash"

"Well thank you , so no more storms ?"

"Actually that storm was just the start , Cody believes  there's another storm headed our way in less than an hour" 

Cody bided my get wells and headed back to sort out events. Brett stayed  at the end of my bed making sure I didn't pass out or 'need him'.

"So Meghan , what did you enjoy most about surgery life ?" He asked looking very interested in my answer.

" I enjoy having the life of someone in my hands and being able to save it, yes sometimes you can't save them, but I try my hardest" I said then continued to ask him a question "what do you enjoy most about being famous ?"

"I used to love the crowds cheering my name and singing along to my songs " he laughed out, then lowered his head.

"Now it's like I'm forever stuck, I release a new album, I go on tour, I post to my social medias , I take pictures with fans. Can I honestly say I hate my job" a look of confusion spread across my face as he finished his rant.

" Brett you have everything you could ever want in the palm of your hand, you have thousands of girls that would love to be with you for a second " I said and he laughed.

" Really , you think I have whatever  I want ? I can't even leave my house without having hundreds of pictures taken, I can't eat at a restaurant without the entire place asking for an autograph , I can't live in privacy or find the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with because I'm famous !" He turned to the door and held it for a slight second.

" You get to wake up everyday and decide what you want to do, I have to follow managers orders each day of my life ... Do I enjoy being famous , no I don't" he slammed the door shut,

I sat there dumbfounded. I didn't mean to upset him. I just was asking about his job. I huffed and creeped out of bed and picked out  green skinny jeans , white tank and my quarter sleeve brown leather jacket.

I walked to the mirror and pulled the white bandage off. The bleeding had stopped , but it was sore. I pulled my hair up in a pony to cover the gash. Then I applied light makeup.

I walked up deck and Brett was nowhere in sight. Cody was sitting lazily in a lounge chair. Sitting by him he smiled.

" how's ya head?"

"Just fine , is the storm closer?" I asked him looking towards the dark clouds.

"Yes  it's moving faster than I predicted so I've took the liberty of tightening the ropes and making sure the boat is equipped"  I nodded and watched the ocean.

An hour had passed  and Cody jumped from his chair running to the wheel.  I looked at the sky and the clouds were right over us. I hurriedly ran down to my room bumping  into Brett.

"Alrighty you two into that room and me an the chef will take the other one, don't come out till I give the okay" Cody shoved us into my room and Brett locked the door.

We took a seat in the corner as the boat lurched to the side.

"Look Meghan I'm sorry that I got mad " he said looking at his shoes.

" Brett it's fine I could understand how being famous would make you feel" I said as we sat  in silence.

The storm had the boat rocking from side to side. I started to scream when water seeped under our door.  Brett grabbed my shoulders tightly.

"Listen it's just water from the waves splashing over the side of the boat , okay?" I nodded too scared to really comprehend his words.

As more and more water began to make its way under the door  Brett and I moved to sit on the bed. My whole body shook at the thought of the water drowning us. Brett gently patted my back ever so often, but calming me down wasn't going to be an option.

" when this is over well laugh about it " he said taking out his phone.

" really ? " he shrugged.

" checking the weather never hurt anyone , but seems this storms blew us out of the cell zone" he laid his phone on the end of the bed and he laid down.

" what are you doing ?"

"I'm going to sleep like you should to, it's already dark " he closed his eyes and yawned.

"I'll stay awake" I said watching the door.

Not many minutes had passed when I heard Brett's unmistakable snoring. He was asleep during this storm. I stood to grab a blanket for Brett when the ship lurched all the way to its side throwing me to the wall and Brett flying off the bed. The ship straightened out before another wave sent us back on our side and water came flowing into the room filling up the floor.

I started screaming as splintering sounds echoed. I turned to Brett who had been knocked out. I crawled to him and shook his shoulder.

"Brett wake up come on !" He still didn't respond. The tears streamed down my face as the ships lights went out and we were left in total darkness.

Brett remained unconscious when we were thrown across the floor and back again. I was sobbing when the boat relaxed. I sat lonely and scared till the boat lurched all the way to its side and didn't stop. A thud hit the side like we'd hit something then another. Objects were falling off shelves and hitting me in the dark. I tried to block them with my hands , but failed miserably.

Water pooled up to my waist as I screamed louder. Another crash erupted and books fell from the shelves landing on my head. Again my vision blurred as my body went numb. I felt the water on my face and body, but I couldn't do anything about it.

Thinking about my parents and how I hadn't visited them enough over the years. How everyone would react when they got the news of my death. The lives I've saved over the years . I'm not ready to die . I haven't found mr.right settled down got married or had kids. I haven't visited Hawaii like id planned. Never got to own my dream home. I wasn't ready , but I knew my time was up. I fully accepted my death. Then my world went black.