My Darling Lies Over the Ocean (YouTubers AU)

28. Always remember, someone's effort is a reflection of their love.

There is a rushing sound of pain hitting Ken's body and heart as he watches Cry fall. His eyes are wide and strained as he looks over to the Swede, who is horrified. Something mechanical and medical clicks the taller man into action, and he shouts.

"Felix, go quick and get the others. It looks like the trees would have slowed down his fall. I'm heading back and finding a trail. Listen for either Cry or my whistle. You remember what it sounds like, right?"

The blonde only half understands what is happening, but he nods just the same, and shuffles towards the other side as fast as he can. Ken moves in the opposite direction and once his sturdy feet are both on fully solid ground he gives a sharp shrill whistle, and waits. There is nothing but the strong ocean breeze at his ears, but this doesn't mean anything. His husband could be still hanging onto a tree branch, or dealing with any broken bones from his fall. Cry is an EMT after all. The dark brown eyes dart to the surroundings, and begins to look for a trail of some sort to get further down towards where he last saw the smaller man.

Felix hates running with all of his heart, but for once he doesn't care. He needs to find the other men to tell them what happened, and to help with the search. He grabs at the mask necklace as he takes the right fork, hoping that he picked correctly. His heart is hammering like it's going to break out of his slender chest, but he must keep moving on. For Cry's sake, he needs to help find him and help him.

Ken gives another high pitched whistle and waits, but once again he is greeted by silence. There have been two false starts for his trip down towards the huge amount of trees. It's as if nature is trying to stop him from finding the dark blue eyes, and Ken hates this island for it. He calculates in his head the distance. It was far. Way too far for Cry to just stand up and shake it off. In the back of his mind there is a concern, like a angry bee, suggesting that maybe he needs to prepare to be discovering a body instead. It's only natural for that thought to float up to the surface. Ken has seen death in his time through all of his years in his work. Charred bodies of babies curled up in their cribs. Fallen corpses of friends who had just chatted with earlier in that day before the last call of their lives. Death happens, but not to Cry. Anyone but Cry,

He whistles again, but this time there is desperation in the shrillness of the tone. He's moving much slower than he wishes, but in a blinks time he is already so much further than he was before. Turning back he can clearly see the tiny cliff trail that they were at before Cry's fall.

Just keep looking for him. He's fine. He'll definitely need medical help, but he'll be fine.

Felix is moving at an even quicker pace now, and with relief he realizes that he did indeed take the correct path. The familiar markings that he had placed on trees were there like helpful hands pointing him in the right direction. In the distance he hears a whistle, and he hopes with everything in him that it is Cry. The light blue eyes narrow while he pushes his way through painful brambles and thorny underbrush, but he barely feels the pain.

He sees Jack first as he rounds the clearing towards their camping area. The Irishman is deep in conversation with Mark. Both of them turn in alarm at the loud noise of him crashing through the last pieces of small bushes.

"Fe, what's up?" the smaller man says first, his eyes narrowed in concern. He never has seen his husband look this frantic and terrified before. The usual sneer is replaced by the loss of someone he just started to really care about was etched on every part of his face.

"Cry fell," the Swede stammers. "Really really far down. Ken is looking for him now, but he needs help. We have to help him. Cry could be badly hurt or worse."

Mark and Jack both look at each other, and then jump into action. The raven calls out for Ethan, who pokes his head out of their tent, looking alert but confused. Tyler also heads over from the other side of the clearing, with his hair and chest wet from what was clearly an afternoon wash from nearby. It is Mark who takes over for Felix, who is busy trying to figure out the best way to get back to Ken. He recalls where the taller man was heading, but after that it would be clearly guess work as to where they need to go to next. Why hadn't he asked more questions when they were both still together?

"Just get us back to where you two split up," Mark mentions as he grabs a few water bottles and hands them out. "We'll be able to figure out what to do from there."