Chronicles of the Unknowns: Intervention

Chapter 11

I held onto Ken as he took me back to the ship.

"You did it, Daisy Lynn! That was amazing!" Ayana said, then she grew quiet.

"Is she okay?" she asked.

"I don't think so. I think one of those vessel landed a hit on her. I saw a flash underwater," Ken said.

"There's a huge knot forming on her head. Let me take a look at her," Timothy said.

Ken helped me slowly slide down into a seated position on the floor. The Timothy walked into my field of vision. I leaned my head back and squinted my eyes. There were so many of him.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" he asked.

I stared at his hand intently.

"Fifteen."

"Shit. No doubt about it. She's concussed," Timothy said.

"How do you treat it?" Ayana asked.

"Can't. With a concussion, all you can do is allow someone to rest so that their brain to heals from being bounced around in their skull."

"This isn't good, Timothy. We need her. Probably, more than anyone else," Ayana said.

"I know that, but there's nothing we can do. None of us is a healer and she doesn't have the ability to heal herself. One of us was bound to get injured. I was just hoping it didn't happen so early on in the plan," he said.

"Well on the bright side, there are no more ships out there from what I can see. Maybe a few retreated, but in the grande scheme of things we've won the first battle," Ken said.

Trying to keep up with the conversation made me feel dizzy.

"Daisy Lynn do you think you can walk on your own?" Timothy asked.

"Of course I can sing. What kind of question is that?" I demanded. My brows furrowed together, annoyed.

"I'm really concerned," Ayana put a hand on Timothy's shoulder, drawing his attention away from me and toward her.

"We can't take her to a hospital. Not after today. We are going to have to carry her," Ken said.

The three of them helped me to my feet. Everything was a blur as we travelled back to the coast. Each time I tried to doze off, Timothy would wake me back up. It was annoying, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew he was just trying to help.

It seemed like an eternity before we got back to our small camp we had set up from before. Hunter's voice woke me up a little.

"What happened? Is she okay?" he asked. The others let go of me and I felt wobbly, but was able to stand.

"She was hit in the head. Definitely a concussion. So far she's been trying to fall asleep, but we need to let a few hours pass first to make sure it hasn't caused any internal bleeding or anything like that," Timothy said.

Hunter's blue eyes met mine. It was dizzying trying to maintain his gaze.

"I'll keep an eye on her. You guys get some rest," he said.

Once everyone else had dispersed Hunter helped me sit down. I leaned on his shoulder while he chatted away about nothing in order to keep me awake. A little while later, Timothy came by and took another look at me. He finally gave the go-ahead to let me take a nap, but said he'd be back to wake me up in a couple hours to make sure that I was okay. I was exhausted so he didn't have to tell me twice. As soon as my eyes were shut, I drifted away...

"Ah. There you are," a voice said.

I turned my head, looking to see which direction the sound came from.