Part 29: Gimme Shelter
John blew the sweat from his lips. He wanted to find a bandana or something to tie over his head to help with his sweat problem but no luck. He had to complete the task at hand, so he wiped the sweat from his brow. Pulling on the robe again, the tarp flew into the air as it connected to the tree. John quickly secured the robe on another tree. Tony held up his head, noticing the sunlight was no longer in his face. “Good job, John.” The blind man praised him.
“It’s not completely done but almost.” John said, hoisting up a large tree pole, “This will be better to give us more room.”
“It’s much appreciated what you are doing, John.” Yolanda said, securing the other part of the makeshift tent.
“Well, since Mandy and Taylor have decided to join us, it would be better if we had the room.”
“Yeah, why did they want to stay in our camp?” asked Marita.
“Some old man was messing with them. They trust us.” John said, taking a drink of water.
“It wasn’t this Ethan guy, was it?” asked Marita.
“No, it was that old man,” John pointed in the distance.
The group looked at the old man walking down the beach. He was slapping a cigarette box against his hand. Once one came out, he flipped it into his mouth and starting smoking. He never noticed they were staring at him. “McKay said his name was Sawyer.” John said, sitting down.
“Looks harmless enough.” Yolanda mentioned.
“Yeah but so did Ethan.” Marita said, sitting next to Tony, “How can we trust anyone here?”
“Trust is something that is earned.” Tony whispered, “Our little crew has done that over and over. We’ll be fine.”
John took another swig of the water. Then he saw a shadow overcast him. He turned around to see a striking brunette. She wore a dark blue shirt with no sleeves and black shorts. Her smile was almost sinister. John knew no other way to describe it. “You did a good job of building this shelter.” She grinned.
“Thank you.” John replied.
“I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind helping me with my shelter.” She said, with sultry eyes.
“And just who the hell are you?” asked Yolanda.
The woman scoffed at the blunt remark from the stewardess. John then immediately stood up, “Ease up, Yolanda. There is no need to be rude.”
“I’ll say, “ the brunette shot back, “Perhaps you should keep your mouth shut.”
“Or what, bitch?” Yolanda moved toward her, but Marita quickly grabbed her.
John then took the brunette by the arm and let her away from the camp. After they past from the view of the others, the archer sighed. “I apologize. Being out here for five days had made us all a little cranky.”
“Yes, I suppose that is true,” The woman brushed her hair from her eyes, “So how about it, stud? Will you help me?”
“I’m kinda tired from building this one. Give me an hour to gather my strength, and I’ll come help you.”
“That’s wonderful.” She said, extending her hand, “I’m Natasha by the way. Natasha Simmons.”
“John Riggs,” he returned the shake.
“I’ll be over there by the wreckage.” Natasha replied, walking away.
John watched her leave. She playfully flung her hair back and looked at him as she walked away. “Maybe when we are done, I’ll be able to get your autograph, “ she coyly said, “Robin Hood.”
John smirked as he watched her leave. She gently swayed her hands over her buttocks as she left. The archer chuckled a bit as he knew perfectly way what she just did was no accident. She was seducing him into helping her. It wasn’t necessary but he still found it amusing.
John walked back into the camp to find Yolanda staring at him, bent eyebrows and arms crossed. He shrugged his shoulders, “What?”
“I can’t believe you are falling for that.” She grunted.
“Look, I am not falling for anything. Natasha asked for my help and I intend to give it to her. It’s the right thing to do.”
“The only reason you are helping her is because she threw her ass your way!”
“Well, maybe if you throw YOUR ass my way, I might do more things for you.”
Yolanda gasped at what he said. Eddie blinked at what John said and when he realized what it meant, he cupped his hands over his mouth and proceeded to laugh. Tony smiled, not over the joke, but the fact it was the first time he heard the boy laugh. Yolanda then turned around and promptly marched into the jungle. “Aw, Yolanda, “ John called, “Come back, it was a joke!”
The black stewardess continued her march into the jungle. John sighed and sat down. Eddie was still laughing. Marita just playfully messed up his hair. She knew it was a joke and decided to let her friend cool down before going after her. Tony shifted around his cane in his hands. He waited a few seconds and then asked, “Did she really throw her ass your way?”
“Yeah, kinda, “John smirked.
“Boys, behave,” Marita said, playfully pushing Tony.
John heard a grunt and curse word from behind him. He turned around to see a familiar overweight man who visited them last night. He was holding up his shorts with his fat gut hanging out of his t-shirt. His face was bright red, despite his brown skin. John sighed and turned around. “Tony, that guy is back.” He said.
“What guy?” asked the blind doctor.
“That guy with the headaches.”
“Excuse me!” the man called, “Excuse me, doctor. May I have a word with you?”
“Mr. Underwood,” Tony called, “Are you feeling better today?”
“No, in fact I am feeling worse,” the man sighed, “I need more Advil.”
Marita already got the bottle and handed it to Tony. He opened it up and counted out four tablets. He raised his hand to Underwood. The overweight man immediately grabbed them. He looked at the pills and was a little disgusted. “Only four?” he gasped, “Why can’t I get five?”
“Five hurts your kidneys,” Tony said, handing the bottle back to Marita, “Plus, we have to conserve them. You are not the only one who needs them.”
“But Doc, I am a large man!” Underwood pleaded.
“Mr. Underwood, take the Advil, keep drinking your water and stay out of the sun. Find yourself a cool spot in the jungle and stay there.”
“All right, “ Underwood grunted, realizing he was not going to get a satisfactory answer, “Maybe I’ll get lucky and finally take a crap.”
“You’re constipated too?” asked the blind doctor.
“Geez, doc, why don’t you broadcast it?” the man said, continuing to walk away.
“You should drink some coconut milk, “Tony called to him, “It’s a natural laxative.”
“No, thanks, Doc. I hate that stuff.” Underwood said, walking away into the distance.
“Suit yourself, “Tony sighed, “Idiot.”
“What do you think is wrong with him?” asked John.
“He’s dehydrated.” Eddie piped in.
Tony chuckled, patting Eddie on the arm. “At least Eddie listens to me.”
“Oh, wow, “ Marita giggled, “You mean Eddie is right?”
“Yeah, headaches, irritability, constipation, all signs of dehydrations. Mr. Underwood is not the first patient to lie to me.”
“Then let’s hope McKay finds a water supply,” John sighed, “I think there may be more people than Underwood who are dehydrated.”
“It’s not completely done but almost.” John said, hoisting up a large tree pole, “This will be better to give us more room.”
“It’s much appreciated what you are doing, John.” Yolanda said, securing the other part of the makeshift tent.
“Well, since Mandy and Taylor have decided to join us, it would be better if we had the room.”
“Yeah, why did they want to stay in our camp?” asked Marita.
“Some old man was messing with them. They trust us.” John said, taking a drink of water.
“It wasn’t this Ethan guy, was it?” asked Marita.
“No, it was that old man,” John pointed in the distance.
The group looked at the old man walking down the beach. He was slapping a cigarette box against his hand. Once one came out, he flipped it into his mouth and starting smoking. He never noticed they were staring at him. “McKay said his name was Sawyer.” John said, sitting down.
“Looks harmless enough.” Yolanda mentioned.
“Yeah but so did Ethan.” Marita said, sitting next to Tony, “How can we trust anyone here?”
“Trust is something that is earned.” Tony whispered, “Our little crew has done that over and over. We’ll be fine.”
John took another swig of the water. Then he saw a shadow overcast him. He turned around to see a striking brunette. She wore a dark blue shirt with no sleeves and black shorts. Her smile was almost sinister. John knew no other way to describe it. “You did a good job of building this shelter.” She grinned.
“Thank you.” John replied.
“I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind helping me with my shelter.” She said, with sultry eyes.
“And just who the hell are you?” asked Yolanda.
The woman scoffed at the blunt remark from the stewardess. John then immediately stood up, “Ease up, Yolanda. There is no need to be rude.”
“I’ll say, “ the brunette shot back, “Perhaps you should keep your mouth shut.”
“Or what, bitch?” Yolanda moved toward her, but Marita quickly grabbed her.
John then took the brunette by the arm and let her away from the camp. After they past from the view of the others, the archer sighed. “I apologize. Being out here for five days had made us all a little cranky.”
“Yes, I suppose that is true,” The woman brushed her hair from her eyes, “So how about it, stud? Will you help me?”
“I’m kinda tired from building this one. Give me an hour to gather my strength, and I’ll come help you.”
“That’s wonderful.” She said, extending her hand, “I’m Natasha by the way. Natasha Simmons.”
“John Riggs,” he returned the shake.
“I’ll be over there by the wreckage.” Natasha replied, walking away.
John watched her leave. She playfully flung her hair back and looked at him as she walked away. “Maybe when we are done, I’ll be able to get your autograph, “ she coyly said, “Robin Hood.”
John smirked as he watched her leave. She gently swayed her hands over her buttocks as she left. The archer chuckled a bit as he knew perfectly way what she just did was no accident. She was seducing him into helping her. It wasn’t necessary but he still found it amusing.
John walked back into the camp to find Yolanda staring at him, bent eyebrows and arms crossed. He shrugged his shoulders, “What?”
“I can’t believe you are falling for that.” She grunted.
“Look, I am not falling for anything. Natasha asked for my help and I intend to give it to her. It’s the right thing to do.”
“The only reason you are helping her is because she threw her ass your way!”
“Well, maybe if you throw YOUR ass my way, I might do more things for you.”
Yolanda gasped at what he said. Eddie blinked at what John said and when he realized what it meant, he cupped his hands over his mouth and proceeded to laugh. Tony smiled, not over the joke, but the fact it was the first time he heard the boy laugh. Yolanda then turned around and promptly marched into the jungle. “Aw, Yolanda, “ John called, “Come back, it was a joke!”
The black stewardess continued her march into the jungle. John sighed and sat down. Eddie was still laughing. Marita just playfully messed up his hair. She knew it was a joke and decided to let her friend cool down before going after her. Tony shifted around his cane in his hands. He waited a few seconds and then asked, “Did she really throw her ass your way?”
“Yeah, kinda, “John smirked.
“Boys, behave,” Marita said, playfully pushing Tony.
John heard a grunt and curse word from behind him. He turned around to see a familiar overweight man who visited them last night. He was holding up his shorts with his fat gut hanging out of his t-shirt. His face was bright red, despite his brown skin. John sighed and turned around. “Tony, that guy is back.” He said.
“What guy?” asked the blind doctor.
“That guy with the headaches.”
“Excuse me!” the man called, “Excuse me, doctor. May I have a word with you?”
“Mr. Underwood,” Tony called, “Are you feeling better today?”
“No, in fact I am feeling worse,” the man sighed, “I need more Advil.”
Marita already got the bottle and handed it to Tony. He opened it up and counted out four tablets. He raised his hand to Underwood. The overweight man immediately grabbed them. He looked at the pills and was a little disgusted. “Only four?” he gasped, “Why can’t I get five?”
“Five hurts your kidneys,” Tony said, handing the bottle back to Marita, “Plus, we have to conserve them. You are not the only one who needs them.”
“But Doc, I am a large man!” Underwood pleaded.
“Mr. Underwood, take the Advil, keep drinking your water and stay out of the sun. Find yourself a cool spot in the jungle and stay there.”
“All right, “ Underwood grunted, realizing he was not going to get a satisfactory answer, “Maybe I’ll get lucky and finally take a crap.”
“You’re constipated too?” asked the blind doctor.
“Geez, doc, why don’t you broadcast it?” the man said, continuing to walk away.
“You should drink some coconut milk, “Tony called to him, “It’s a natural laxative.”
“No, thanks, Doc. I hate that stuff.” Underwood said, walking away into the distance.
“Suit yourself, “Tony sighed, “Idiot.”
“What do you think is wrong with him?” asked John.
“He’s dehydrated.” Eddie piped in.
Tony chuckled, patting Eddie on the arm. “At least Eddie listens to me.”
“Oh, wow, “ Marita giggled, “You mean Eddie is right?”
“Yeah, headaches, irritability, constipation, all signs of dehydrations. Mr. Underwood is not the first patient to lie to me.”
“Then let’s hope McKay finds a water supply,” John sighed, “I think there may be more people than Underwood who are dehydrated.”
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