Not Mine (Completed)

Chapter 5

I groaned as I tried to get up from the hard ground. Or at least what I thought was hard ground. Somebody groaned right by my ear. I was jolted and tried to scramble up when I realized the upper half of my body was sprawled across Wes'. But it was easier said than done. As I struggled to get up, I accidentally pushed against Wes' chest and stomach, earning a groan from him.

"Oh, God! Get off, get off!" Wes yelled as he pushed me off by the shoulders.

"Ok, ok, I'm off!" I yelled back at Wes. I got on my knees and fell back on my ass. I looked around the darkening ravine. I saw Wes sitting up and felt him glaring at me. I stood up, ignoring Wes. I went to the hill and tried to climb up. It was too steep and high, and the grass was too slippery. I stumbled on my knees after attempting to climb up the hill. Just then I heard Wes cursed and groaned in pain. I looked over at him. He better not be dying. I didn't think I could carry that body out of here.

"Hey, you ok?" I asked as I moved closer to Wes. He was sitting on the ground, his forehead wrinkled in pain.

"It's my ankle. I think it's sprained." Wes said as he gritted his teeth. He tried to get up, but fell back onto the ground with a thud.

"Shit,I can't get up. Great, just great!" Wes cursed and groaned. I went closer to Wes uncertainly and crouched down. Tentatively, I went closer to Wes. I reached over to his foot and grasped his ankle. Wes jerked his foot away but suddenly cried out in pain.

"Damnit Addy, stop touching it!" Wes cried out.

"Look, I play soccer and I had sprained my ankles countless of times. Let me look at it." I told Wes. I was telling the truth. I knew how to deal with sprains.

Wes stared at me. I went closer to his leg. I pulled back the hem of his pants. He didn't say anything. I took it as permission and slowly slid off his hiking boots. He winced as I pulled at the boot. I stopped and loosen the laces, and then slowly slid off the boot from his foot. I pulled off his socks as well. Wes was leaning against a big rock. He sighed and then looked at me. I saw his ankle was starting to swell and was getting redder by the minute. It's slowly swelling up. Slowly, I sat on the ground and put his foot on my thigh, elevating it to help slow the swelling. I touched the reddening tender ankle. He needs a cold compress. I took off my bagpack and looked through it. Yes! I found it. I took out the tube of analgesic cream and a small towel.

I unscrewed the cap and squirt some of the cream out onto my palm. I put some cream on Wes' ankle and foot. When the cream touched his skin, Wes jumped and then groaned in pain at his own sudden movement.

" Damnit! It's cold! What the hell is that!?" Wes cried incredulously.

"It's a deep heat rub. It'll help, I promise. Now just sit still!" I said pleadingly. Wes looked at me disbelieving. But in the end, he just sighed and leaned back, letting me help him.

I got to work. I applied the cream generously all over Wes' ankle and foot. I was gentle and careful about it, as I heard hisses and winces of pain coming out of Wes' determined mouth. Then, I carefully wrapped his ankle and foot with my towel snuggly to help reduce swelling. I left Wes' foot resting on my thigh for elevation as I fluffed up my bagpack and put his foot to rest on it. Then I got up and walked around. Wes looked at around as well, determined to find a way out.

"Wes, can you call Josh? I'll call Daisy." I said as I took out my phone. Aw, crap! No service. I closed my eyes momentarily, frustrated. I sighed and walked around the wooded area, suddenly realizing it's getting dark and everything is quiet. I gulped, feeling the fear started to rise in my throat.

"Damnit. We can't sit here all night." Wes said worriedly. I agreed with him. It was eeriely quiet.

"I know. Look, you stay here, while I look for help. I mean,you hurt your ankle. I don't want it to get worse." I said as I stood up, already dreading walking all alone,looking for help.