Yogscast Stranded - A Yogscast Fanfiction

Chapter 11

Smith's POV

I'm starting to wonder if I should let Duncan look at my arm. The pain has been getting increasingly worse, and the bone has actually pressed against my skin so hard that it's opened a gash in my arm. But somehow, I can't bring myself to care about the pain. Ever since Chris and Ross died, I've felt an overwhelming sense of indifference to everything. I've been trying to smile and act happy around everyone else, but it's so fucking hard...

I stare up at the night sky, my arm burning horribly. Everyone else seems to be asleep, except Parv, who's on watch duty. His back is turned to me, and I'm not sure if he's even awake until he suddenly lifts his head. It seems like he's heard a noise, so I also look up to see a tall figure approaching through the darkness.

"Sam?" Parv calls out hopefully.

"Parv." Sam replies, and, for some reason, his voice is hard as steel.

I watch the smile fade from Parv's face.

"What's wrong?" Parv asks, sounding as puzzled as I feel.

"What's wrong? Well, Martyn's fucking dead, that's whats fucking wrong!" Sam shouts back, his eyes blazing with fury.

Parv's mouth opens in shock, as if he's about to say something. All of the others are woken up, and they are all staring at Sam in surprise.

"I-I'm so sorry..." Parv mumbles.

"No, you fucking aren't. You have no idea how it feels to have the chance to save your friends life, and not be able to. You have no fucking idea!"

Hannah frowns and gets up. She goes over to Sam and grips his arm, "Calm down, Sam."

Sam glares at her, and makes as if he's going to shove her away. However, Lewis notices and jumps up.

"Don't you dare fucking touch her!" Lewis yells, grabbing his arm before he can push Hannah.

Sam lets go of Hannah, and looks around at us, taking in every detail of us.

"What a pathetic camp you've got." He sneers coldly.

Turps cuts him off, "Sam, what the fuck is wrong with you? Yes, Martyn is dead, and yes, we're sorry about that. But that doesn't mean that you have to be made at us. Smith lost his two best friends, but he's not shouting his head off at us."

Sam stares at Turps, "Wait... Chris and Ross? They're..."

"Yes." Turps says coldly.

Sam seems to soften for a second, and Turps takes the oppurtunity to try to talk sense into him.

"Look, Sam... We need you to join us, to be honest, like you said, our camp isn't too strong. Me and Lewis are still recovering, Smith's still struggling to cope without Chris and Ross, and Sparkles* is having siezures whenever he stands up. We won't be able to survive without you. Please?" Turps half-pleads.

Sam seems to dither for a moment, but eventually falls back into a rage.

"Wow. So you're telling me that Sparkles* is basically useless-"

"No, he's fucking not!" Parv interrupts, jumping to his feet.

"Parv..." Sparkles* says tiredly, "He's right. We all know he's right, I'm useless. There's no point in keeping me around, I'm no help to anyone."

Parv can't seem to think of a reply, so Sam continues his rant.

"And Chris and Ross have gone and got themselves killed, so they're no fucking use either."

Everything goes silent, and all eyes turn to look at me. I stand up, about to give him hell, but Sparkles* has the same idea as me. Parv tries to stop him, but Sparkles* gets to his feet too quickly. His face immediately goes pale, and he looks like he's going to pass out any second, but he still manages to launch himself at Sam.

Sparkles* catches him by surprise, and manages to deliver a forceful blow to his face before he can react. Sam's cheek immediately begins to swell up, and his eyes darken.

"Right..." Sam growls, and retaliates by shoving Sparkles* in the chest.

He staggers backwards, and I can see that his muscles are already starting to tense up, the first sign that he's gonna have a siezure. However, he manages to pull himself back up, and charges at Sam once more. But this time, Sam is ready for him, and counteracts him by grabbing him and throwing him to the ground.

Sparkles* tries to get up, but he's already started to slip into a siezure. He finally gives in, and his body starts juddering and spasming. It's definitely worse than his first siezure, and he starts crying out in pain.

"Weak..." Sam sneers as Parv hurries over to help Sparkles*.

While everyone's attention is on Sparkles*, I take the opportunity to leave unnoticed. I can't bear to be near Sam anymore. I hurry along the beach, not having any clue where I was going.

I suddenly notice that the burning sensation in my arm has started spreading up through my shoulder. Strange, that's never happened before...

I feel my legs grow weak and buckle under me as the pain spreads from my arm into my body, and cold sweat starts beading on my forehead. The ground spins underneath me, and I don't have enough energy left to keep my eyes open. The last thing I am aware of is my head hitting the sand, and then the relief of unconsciousness takes over me.