The next day, I wake up in his arms, but I feel bad ... really bad. Without waking him I leave my tent, I sweat, I run behind a bush and puke. Swanson had heard me and came to see me.
- You feel well? He asks me, putting a hand on my back.
- Yeah.... yeah. It's nothing...
- After all that happened yesterday, I think that the stress you have taken comes out ....He said.
It's true that I feel better. But no way I'm resting, I promised Abigail that I'll bring John back. decide to go directly to the boat and when I arrive I notice Abigail right next to the boat.
- What are you doing here? I ask her.
- I'm coming with you. She answers me.
- Sorry? Are you serious? Out of the question.
- I insist.
- Insist as much as you like, Abigail. My answer is no.
At the same moment, Arthur arrived and I went towards him.
- Arthur, tell her.
- Tell her what? He asked.
- She ain't coming with us to collect her husband. I said.
- Abigail, you ain't coming. That's the end of the matters. Said Arthur.
- I...
- See, there, you heard him. Now let's go. I said while I detach the boat.
- But....
- But nothing.You stay here, and we bring John back. I said to her.
- Well I ain't the crying sort, but... I'm real grateful. She said.
- Don't worry, Abigail. It will be fine. I said.
We are moving away from her, Arthur begins to row, I look at him for a moment.
- What? he asks me.
- I'm looking at you.
- Ah? So what?
- Well ... I think I can help you with your cough and your fever.
- Oh?
- Yes, there are plants that have some virtues, I would go get some, if you want, you can come with me.
- Will it cure me? He asked.
- No, Arthur. But you will gain energy, and you will cough less and your fever will be less intense, you will breathe better and you will surely be less contagious.
He looks at me for a moment, and smiles at me. He coughs a little and keeps rowing. Maybe he feels reassured.... He certainly feels less alone in this ordeal.
Then I feel bad again, I carry my hands to my belly, and can not hide my discomfort.
- It's okay? He asks me.
- Yes, Swanson says it's because of stress, nervousness ..... You know, after all that happened, it's normal.
He looks at me smiling, and continues to row. But the feeling of uneasiness is hard to leave.
- What is the plan? He asks me.
- Kill all the guard who get in our way, get John back, and you bring us back safely. I thought to take a guard hostage, just in case ...
- I like this plan ...
We approach the penitentiary.Arthur and I hurry to hide the boat behind a bush. Nobody saw us.
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