love just gets complicated

chapter 8

She hasn't realised what she was drawing till she was nearly finished. She found herself drawing the young man who lay sleeping next to her. He was rather handsome even if he was unconscious. His fever was slowly coming down but it wasn't enough. He was still slightly burning hot. She felt hopeless.she didn't know what to do or anything.

She returned to her sketch book and finished of her drawing. But her eye kept falling upon the sleeping form next to her. She found herself staring at him. She blushed deep red and continued with her drawing but her eyes kept returning to the man. She finally gave up drawing and starred into the distance. She wanted to get this job over and done with. She had to see Abigail again. She has to.

But then she remembered that the man next to him was going to die because of her. She was leading him to death. She looked at his face. He looked peaceful while sleeping. She brushed a lock of his hair away from his eyes.

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"Its just as pretty as I remember" Thaddeus exclaimed.

He loved it here. Everything looked exactly the same as it did before. The stream had a glow to it from the sun and the trees were moving in time with the wind.

Beth was hanging upside down on the branch again. She had done that last time him and heyes had been here. Thinking of heyes brought worry. And worrying wasn't a good emotion to feel right now.

"I love it here so much. Me and Bridget come here most days to get away from the world and home" beth said coming down from the tree.

Bridget was setting up the picnic blanket onto the floor and spreading out some food onto it in a professional sort of way. She sat back on her heels to observe her work.

"Looks good" Thaddeus said approvingly.

Bridget blushed as he said it. Her work had been approved off and she liked it.

When shall we eat?" Beth asked.

Bridget shrugged her shoulders then her face lit up.

" perhaps we can sing that song again we sang last time when ....... you and Joshua were here" Bridget asked.

Beths eyes lit up.

" thats a great idea. Thaddeus? Will you join us " she asked.

What should he say? He didn't want to. It would bring back memories but he didn't want to disappoint the girls. The woods itself brought back memories.

He nodded.

They all began to sing. There voices carried on through the woods, bouncing on the trees.

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He could hear someone rustling. He head felt like he had smacked his head on a tree. Then again he probably had. His left side was seething with pain. He felt like he was in a dream. Everything he heard around him sounded like he was in a long tunnel and every noise was at the other end , far away from where he was.

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He was stirring. She crawled towards him and checked his forehead. He was burning again. She immediately went towards the stream and rung out the cloth and smacked it back on his forehead.

She leaned back against the tree and watched him. He was muttering in his sleep but she couldn't make it out. She wondered if he had family or friends who would be worried about him. She thought of that man who was with him that day she first saw him from a distance. Was he worried sick about him?

He groaned in his sleep and began to shake just a little. She rushed back to his side. She checked the dressings she had put on earlier. The skin around it was red.