Marooned

Chapter Nine

It was night time. My dad saved our phones from the crash so we all had them. I checked mine and it said 4:02am. The sun will be up soon.

I looked to my side because I heard rapid breathing.

"Ce-Ceanna?" I stuttered, scared

"Mmm hlpf me, hlpf-" Ceanna was slurring words and mumbling. I couldn't understand her.

"Uh, dad, something's wrong with Ceanna," I tried to wake him up.

My dad sat himself up on his arm, "What? What happened?" He asked politely.

My dad threw some branches into the almost-dead fire and it made some light on the island.

"She is sweating. She has a huge fever," He said while feeling her head.

I grabbed a small, cold, and towel and started dabbing her head with it.

"Do you think it could be just a bad dream?" I asked.

"Could be. I don't know, Crystal." My dad answered, curiously.

"Ugh," Ceanna made strange noises and winced.

"Dad, she looks like she's in pain, and a lot of it," I said to him, terrified.

"Leave it alone, Crys," he said while rolling on to his other side.

I folded up the towel enough to cover just her forehead, and went back to sleep.

I woke up hearing everyone having a good time. It was most likely 10 in the morning judging by the sun.

"Yeah, I'll be right back, I'm just going to change my shirt!" Ceanna hollered to my dad, smiling.

I watched Ceanna as she walked into the bushes, slightly holding her stomach. What is wrong with her? I thought to myself.

It's been 5 minutes since Ceanna went into the bushes. It doesn't take that long to change a shirt.

I walked into the bushes while Ceanna was struggling to put her shirt on.

She gasped at my presence.

"Do you need some help?" I asked.

"No! Go away! I don't need anything!" She told me impatiently.

"Just let my help you, Ceanna!" I said again, walking towards her.

"I told you I could do it! Don't come over here, please!" She shouted back urgently.

Ceanna twisted her body accidentally and I saw something long, and red.

"Ceanna,"

"What!" She sighed with frustration.

"Face your body towards me," I demanded.

"Excuse me but I don't see how-"

"Do it now!" I yelled at her.

Ceanna cautiously turned towards me, covering the right side of her stomach with her shirt.

"What are you hiding?" I said while ripping the shirt of her hands.

My eyes instantly grew wider at the sight of a deep, and infected long cut.

"When did that happen?" I said, tears forming in the bottom of my eyes.

"I- I got it when we were looking for- for apples." She said with her head down to the ground.

I asked her why she didn't tell me. Or anyone!

She didn't answer.

She was started to grow feverish again and starting to sweat.

I let Ceanna lean on me as I half-carried her back to camp.

At that moment everyone started to rush over to her. Josh started at her because she hardly had a shirt on.

"JOSH!" I yelled.

"Uh- sorry, sorry," he said and I rolled my eyes.

3 hours later Ceanna got treatment from my dad and she was fine.

Josh and I were sitting by the water, our feet getting wet and we were far away from everyone else.

I looked down to see our hands clasped together. I smiled.

"Do you, um," I tried to spit my words out but I couldn't seem to find them.

Josh looked at me.

"Do I what?" He asked.

"Well, um, Ceanna and you, well, do you have, like, a crush on her or something, I don't know..." I stuttered, a lot.

Josh didn't answer, he just kissed me. Is that a way to take something off my mind or something?

I pulled away.

"Do you?" I looked him straight in the eye.

"N-no, I mean, well, no. No I don't," Josh stuttered as well.

I look away. Does he? Is he lying to me.

"Hey," he said turning my head to face his.

"I-" he began.

"You what?" I said, hoping he would tell me he loved me. After all, I would be 17 in two months.

"I, um, I wont let anyone come between us," he finished.

I looked away again. Damn. Why is he so scared to say it? If he means it, he should have said it already.

He turned to me and kissed me again. His lips had a salty taste. His floppy dark brown hair tickling my nose. I felt him start to pull away but I pulled him in tighter. I wanted this to last. Through our lips, I smiled. We made out for what seemed to be forever until he finally pulled away, his hands still around me. I shivered and he put his big sweater over my shoulders. We cuddled by the water and watch the sun set. It was beautiful.