Choices ((Old Copy))

Part 9

Me and Ben got the air mattress set up after we got the tent up, we agreed that we'd both just use it, the mattress proceed more heat, so at first, I insisted he used it, then of course he didn't accept and just insisted I used it, so we were both going to use it at this point.

Next step was for dinner. Ben was going through the backpack to see the options of what was packed. I was trying to keep an eye on him without seeming obvious. I was sure he noticed, but he allowed it.

"There are some chips in here," Ben called out to me, I was getting the fire ready to cook.

"Any meat to go with it? Iv already got the fire ready for something." I said, at least that was my excuse, chips wouldn't make him feel any better, in fact, it would probably make him feel worse.

"Yeah, looks like chicken." Ben called.

"That'll work," I said, he brought over some neatly wrapped pork, I laughed quietly, not chicken. If he couldn't even identify meats, that meant he had blurry vision, not good. I put the meat in the pan . . . The thing, whatever it was. And then I got up and walked over to Ben. I put my hand on his forehead again, he sighed. He didn't want to be taken care of, I know, but I still was going to.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" I asked I took a few steps back to see how far he could see.

"Four." He droned. I sighed, I had five up, at least he was close.

"Five. I knew it. Ben, we're going to call out and go back to the Lodge, you need medicine that we don't have. How long have you been sick?" I asked, he rubbed his forehead and sighed again.

"No, we're not." He said.

"How long?" I asked firmly and more seriously.

"A few days, three or four." He answered finally. I grabbed his arm and took him to the tent, from what I knew, he didn't just have a common fever or cold, he had something that was going to make him blind if he didn't get some rest.

"I know you hate it, but you're going to have to let me take care of you, otherwise you might not ever see again, but I'll obey your wishes and we won't call out of the games," I said as I got out my phone, I made him lay on the bed. He couldn't see anyways, so I was going to text my dad.

To dad ~ Emergency: Ben is sick, apparently, he has been for days and he never told anyone. I need some medicine for him. ~ Skye

What are the symptoms? ~ Dad

To Dad ~ He's warm, like, really warm, and his vision is blurred, he hasn't slurred in any of his words yet, but I believe he will be. He doesn't want to drop out of the games, so I need you to bring the medicine out here secretly. ~ Skye

I'll be there before dark, just make sure he doesn't do anything for a while. ~ Dad

To Dad ~ Iv already got him lying down. ~ Skye

He didn't respond again so I assumed he saw it and was getting the stuff he needed and making his way out here. I looked back at Ben and lay down on the bed beside him.

"Thanks." He said.

"For what?" I asked, he took my hand, and while he couldn't see very well, he looked at me.

"Everything, and I'm sorry about never telling you about James." He apologized, I put my head on his shoulder.

"It's fine, I get it. I thought about it for a while, and I'm fine with it. And iv decided, I'll answer your questions now, while we wait for the food to cook." I recalled his questions from earlier. "I don't know what we do now, but I guess first thing's first, should officially say, I choose you, Ben Evans. And about Sean, I realized him and I have the same thing me and Josh have, just on a smaller level." I explained, he smiled at me.