Part 61: Day Eleven
Tony slowly rose awake. He massaged his face, adjusting the blindfold as it became twisted during the night. He felt inside of the blindfold, rubbing the outer section of his eyeball. The doctor knew he should probably give it a decent cleaning as the wound had been permanently sealed. Marita was asleep by his side. Tony smiled as he enjoyed the sound of her soft breathing. He then reached over and felt to see Eddie was still there. The young boy moaned, gripping tighter on his Kangaroo friend. The blind man gently felt of the blanket and pulled it over Eddie a little more. He gently stroked his hair, and gave him a fatherly kiss on the head.
Tony slowly stood up and stretched, feeling the ache in his bones. His body was growing accustomed to sleeping on the soft sand. He longed for an actual bed. Tony bent down and found his cane. He gently made his way past the other sleeping survivors and past the campfire. He felt of it’s heat, knowing how to avoid it. Smiling, he was proud of himself as he was getting better at using his other senses.
Tony jabbed the cane in the ground as he made his way toward the water. It felt a little weird using the bathroom on the ocean but any type of toilet they could salvage went down with the ship. In the end, if they had to urinate, the ocean was the best thing for it anyway. Tony stopped once he felt the wet sand and ocean caress his bare feet. He sighed as he opened his pants and used the bathroom.
The sun was coming up over the horizon. Tony knew this cause he could feel the sun light hitting his face. Day after day he was becoming comfortable with his handicap. He wished above all else he had his eyes still but he wasn’t about to fall victim to despair. He had overcome his blindness to succeed in other areas and he would succeed still. Yesterday’s argument between Natasha and Yolanda just made him realize how much he was truly needed in the little community they were building. After he was done urinating, he zipped up his pants and turned around to head back to the encampment. Then an abnormal sound gave him pause.
Tony stopped and turned as he listened. The sound was as if something plastic had come in from the water and touched the sand. Almost sounded like a canoe or raft. Tony tapped his cane toward the sound and he struck something. He slowly kneeled down and felt of the object before him. It felt like a case of some kind. It had multiple ridges and it was wide like a trunk. Tony scoffed in amusement as he stood up, wondering what the odds were that a piece of luggage would float toward the island after all this time? Then a new sound cause his attention and the change in air pressure made his arm hairs stand up.
It sounded liked someone walking toward him.
Tony’s hear then stopped for a second as someone grabbed him. “JESUS!” he screamed, collapsing onto the sand.
Tony tried to catch his breath as the body rested on him, rather limp. Whoever it was, they were small and were soaking wet. “Help . . .me,” the person whispered.
Tony then grabbed the body and shifted over, immediately placing his left ear onto their chest. As his cheeks caressed a seat of breasts, it was easy to realize he was dealing with a girl. He quickly pulled his head back up and felt of her neck. There was a pulse but it was weak. The blind doctor felt of her face and was amazed that she was still breathing. “Mia? Taylor? Mandy? Shanna?” Tony quickly rattled off the names of the young girls on the beach but the person laying before him said nothing.
He then knew he had no choice. He needed a pair of eyes and quickly. Tony leaned forward and scooped up the girl in his arms. As he did, he felt something bump his chest. It felt like the girl was holding onto something, like a bottle perhaps. The blind doctor immediately ran up the beach, holding onto her. It was a struggle but he had to get her back to the camp if he was going to help her. “HEY!” he screamed, “HHHEEEEYYYYY!!!!”
McKay gently woke up to the odd sound. He rubbed his eyes, looking around for the source of the screaming. Taylor massaged her face as she woke up with him. “Who’s screaming?” she moaned.
“It . . .it looks like Tony,” McKay said in disbelief.
“Who is he carrying?” the blonde said, in confusion.
McKay didn’t know. He immediately got to his feet and he ran toward his friend. He called to him as he got closer, stopping abruptly in the sand. “McKay!” Tony held up the girl for him to see, “Who is this?”
“I . .I don’t know who she is.” The Australian confessed, in mild shock.
“Mother of God, I was afraid of that.” Tony grunting walking past him, “Guide me toward my tent.”
“Tony, what is going on?” McKay helped him walk, “Where the hell did that Sheila come from?”
“I think . . .I think she came from the ocean.” He chuckled, hardly believing what he was saying.
McKay blinked at the very idea of Tony was suggesting. Another survivor from the flight 815, floating out in the ocean this whole time. The commotion had now woken up everybody else. They began to gather around Tony as he came into his tent, sitting down the young girl. Everybody watched as the doctor checked the young lady for vitals and making sure he could determine what was wrong with her. It was the first bit of excitement they had had in 2 weeks. A new arrival on the beach. What were the odds of this happening? “Marita?” Tony called.
“I’m here, Tony,” she said, sitting opposite him.
“I need you to describe her. Tell me everything you see about her, spare me nothing,”
“Where should I start?” she asked, getting nervous.
“What color is her skin?”
“Pale, she’s very pale,” Marita pointed out.
“Anything else?” Tony asked, feeling over the girls arm.
Marita then blinked as she looked at the girls face. She reached over and felt of the strange substance around her mouth. “Her lips are cracked,” Marita said, rubbing the substance on her fingers, “And there is a white foam around her lower lips. It feels kinds grainy.”
“She’s dehydrated.” Tony turned, “Please bring all the water we have and any coconut milk still remaining.”
Taylor, Mandy and Bernard started to grab their collection of water bottles, bringing it to Tony. He held out his hand, and Bernard placed one into it. He opened it up and gently tilted the girl’s head, allowing him to pour it into her lips. She started to drink, gagging slightly. “Easy, easy, “ Tony whispered, “Your throat is parched. You need water but it has to wet your throat first.”
The girl continued to drink best she could. John looked over the girl, in utter amazement. “If what Tony said is true, then this chick has been out in the ocean for ten days!” the archer gasped, “How the hell is she not dead?”
McKay pointed, “Marita, what is she holding?”
The Latina looked at the girl’s right hand and saw an empty bottle. She gently pried open her fingers and pulled the bottle out of her hand. Marita gasped at what she saw, handing it to McKay. “It’s a empty bottle of diet Coke.”
McKay examined it. The bottle has a microscopic amount of soda left sealed inside. The label was barely readable, probably because it had been soaking in the salty ocean for nearly two weeks. “She must have found this floating among the debris. In order to survive the way she did, she would have had to drink this only when she needed to.” McKay muttered, “Damn lucky, she is.”
“How many bottles of water do we have?” Tony asked, already giving the girl a second one.
“We got . .uh . .”Taylor quickly counted them, “Twelve bottles with water in them.”
“That won’t be enough,” the blind doctor pointed out, “Whoever is able, I need you to head to the waterfall now and fill up the other empty bottles.”
“I’m on it!” Seth said, grabbing a backpack and quickly putting on his shoes.
Mia swiftly put on her tennis shoes, then started to collect the empty bottles into her backpack. Brendon put on his boots and picked up his sword, waiting for Seth. Shanna then grabbed her backup, putting in the two plastic containers they found, which could also haul water back. Within seconds, the four friends then disappeared into the jungle, running as fast as they could toward the waterfall.
Tony then tossed away the second bottle, while John handed him the third. The girl was starting to breathe a little easier. John looked to his Australian friend. “I’m still in shock,” he whispered, “How the hell could this girl have survived? Is anybody capable of wading through the water for ten days?”
“She wasn’t wading, “ Tony said, overhearing him, “She was using some sort of plastic suitcase as a float.”
“What the hell kinda suitcase floats?” McKay turned.
John and McKay then walked toward the beach to see what the girl was using as a float. The two friends walked a little ways and then spotted the object. It was still floating in the shallows. It wasn’t hard to miss.
It was bright green.
“WHOA, GOD!” John screamed, as he ran toward the case.
Martin saw this and decided to join the friends. McKay was confused as the archer laughed, diving into the water. He waded over and quickly grabbed the case. He giggled like a young schoolboy as he dragged the case in from the water and flopped it onto the beach. He then started to undo the locks on the side, then popped open the lid. He gently pulled out a compound bow with the American Flag painted on the hilt. He smiled, gently kissing it. “Hey, baby,” he cooed, “Did you miss me?”
“Mr. Riggs?” asked Martin, “Is that yours?”
“I thought my bow was lost forever.” John smiled, placing on his own quiver,” I guess Miracles do still happen.”
“In more ways than one, “McKay smiled, arms crossed, “Do you realize what just happened, Mate?”
“Yeah, this girl delivered my pride and joy back to me.”
“No, John. YOU . . .saved her life.”
John smirked at what his friend was saying. He did admit it could be seen in that fashion. McKay, John and Martin then began to walk up the beach, toward the camp. This girl was a new addition to their little beach community.
They hoped she lived through the day.
Tony slowly stood up and stretched, feeling the ache in his bones. His body was growing accustomed to sleeping on the soft sand. He longed for an actual bed. Tony bent down and found his cane. He gently made his way past the other sleeping survivors and past the campfire. He felt of it’s heat, knowing how to avoid it. Smiling, he was proud of himself as he was getting better at using his other senses.
Tony jabbed the cane in the ground as he made his way toward the water. It felt a little weird using the bathroom on the ocean but any type of toilet they could salvage went down with the ship. In the end, if they had to urinate, the ocean was the best thing for it anyway. Tony stopped once he felt the wet sand and ocean caress his bare feet. He sighed as he opened his pants and used the bathroom.
The sun was coming up over the horizon. Tony knew this cause he could feel the sun light hitting his face. Day after day he was becoming comfortable with his handicap. He wished above all else he had his eyes still but he wasn’t about to fall victim to despair. He had overcome his blindness to succeed in other areas and he would succeed still. Yesterday’s argument between Natasha and Yolanda just made him realize how much he was truly needed in the little community they were building. After he was done urinating, he zipped up his pants and turned around to head back to the encampment. Then an abnormal sound gave him pause.
Tony stopped and turned as he listened. The sound was as if something plastic had come in from the water and touched the sand. Almost sounded like a canoe or raft. Tony tapped his cane toward the sound and he struck something. He slowly kneeled down and felt of the object before him. It felt like a case of some kind. It had multiple ridges and it was wide like a trunk. Tony scoffed in amusement as he stood up, wondering what the odds were that a piece of luggage would float toward the island after all this time? Then a new sound cause his attention and the change in air pressure made his arm hairs stand up.
It sounded liked someone walking toward him.
Tony’s hear then stopped for a second as someone grabbed him. “JESUS!” he screamed, collapsing onto the sand.
Tony tried to catch his breath as the body rested on him, rather limp. Whoever it was, they were small and were soaking wet. “Help . . .me,” the person whispered.
Tony then grabbed the body and shifted over, immediately placing his left ear onto their chest. As his cheeks caressed a seat of breasts, it was easy to realize he was dealing with a girl. He quickly pulled his head back up and felt of her neck. There was a pulse but it was weak. The blind doctor felt of her face and was amazed that she was still breathing. “Mia? Taylor? Mandy? Shanna?” Tony quickly rattled off the names of the young girls on the beach but the person laying before him said nothing.
He then knew he had no choice. He needed a pair of eyes and quickly. Tony leaned forward and scooped up the girl in his arms. As he did, he felt something bump his chest. It felt like the girl was holding onto something, like a bottle perhaps. The blind doctor immediately ran up the beach, holding onto her. It was a struggle but he had to get her back to the camp if he was going to help her. “HEY!” he screamed, “HHHEEEEYYYYY!!!!”
McKay gently woke up to the odd sound. He rubbed his eyes, looking around for the source of the screaming. Taylor massaged her face as she woke up with him. “Who’s screaming?” she moaned.
“It . . .it looks like Tony,” McKay said in disbelief.
“Who is he carrying?” the blonde said, in confusion.
McKay didn’t know. He immediately got to his feet and he ran toward his friend. He called to him as he got closer, stopping abruptly in the sand. “McKay!” Tony held up the girl for him to see, “Who is this?”
“I . .I don’t know who she is.” The Australian confessed, in mild shock.
“Mother of God, I was afraid of that.” Tony grunting walking past him, “Guide me toward my tent.”
“Tony, what is going on?” McKay helped him walk, “Where the hell did that Sheila come from?”
“I think . . .I think she came from the ocean.” He chuckled, hardly believing what he was saying.
McKay blinked at the very idea of Tony was suggesting. Another survivor from the flight 815, floating out in the ocean this whole time. The commotion had now woken up everybody else. They began to gather around Tony as he came into his tent, sitting down the young girl. Everybody watched as the doctor checked the young lady for vitals and making sure he could determine what was wrong with her. It was the first bit of excitement they had had in 2 weeks. A new arrival on the beach. What were the odds of this happening? “Marita?” Tony called.
“I’m here, Tony,” she said, sitting opposite him.
“I need you to describe her. Tell me everything you see about her, spare me nothing,”
“Where should I start?” she asked, getting nervous.
“What color is her skin?”
“Pale, she’s very pale,” Marita pointed out.
“Anything else?” Tony asked, feeling over the girls arm.
Marita then blinked as she looked at the girls face. She reached over and felt of the strange substance around her mouth. “Her lips are cracked,” Marita said, rubbing the substance on her fingers, “And there is a white foam around her lower lips. It feels kinds grainy.”
“She’s dehydrated.” Tony turned, “Please bring all the water we have and any coconut milk still remaining.”
Taylor, Mandy and Bernard started to grab their collection of water bottles, bringing it to Tony. He held out his hand, and Bernard placed one into it. He opened it up and gently tilted the girl’s head, allowing him to pour it into her lips. She started to drink, gagging slightly. “Easy, easy, “ Tony whispered, “Your throat is parched. You need water but it has to wet your throat first.”
The girl continued to drink best she could. John looked over the girl, in utter amazement. “If what Tony said is true, then this chick has been out in the ocean for ten days!” the archer gasped, “How the hell is she not dead?”
McKay pointed, “Marita, what is she holding?”
The Latina looked at the girl’s right hand and saw an empty bottle. She gently pried open her fingers and pulled the bottle out of her hand. Marita gasped at what she saw, handing it to McKay. “It’s a empty bottle of diet Coke.”
McKay examined it. The bottle has a microscopic amount of soda left sealed inside. The label was barely readable, probably because it had been soaking in the salty ocean for nearly two weeks. “She must have found this floating among the debris. In order to survive the way she did, she would have had to drink this only when she needed to.” McKay muttered, “Damn lucky, she is.”
“How many bottles of water do we have?” Tony asked, already giving the girl a second one.
“We got . .uh . .”Taylor quickly counted them, “Twelve bottles with water in them.”
“That won’t be enough,” the blind doctor pointed out, “Whoever is able, I need you to head to the waterfall now and fill up the other empty bottles.”
“I’m on it!” Seth said, grabbing a backpack and quickly putting on his shoes.
Mia swiftly put on her tennis shoes, then started to collect the empty bottles into her backpack. Brendon put on his boots and picked up his sword, waiting for Seth. Shanna then grabbed her backup, putting in the two plastic containers they found, which could also haul water back. Within seconds, the four friends then disappeared into the jungle, running as fast as they could toward the waterfall.
Tony then tossed away the second bottle, while John handed him the third. The girl was starting to breathe a little easier. John looked to his Australian friend. “I’m still in shock,” he whispered, “How the hell could this girl have survived? Is anybody capable of wading through the water for ten days?”
“She wasn’t wading, “ Tony said, overhearing him, “She was using some sort of plastic suitcase as a float.”
“What the hell kinda suitcase floats?” McKay turned.
John and McKay then walked toward the beach to see what the girl was using as a float. The two friends walked a little ways and then spotted the object. It was still floating in the shallows. It wasn’t hard to miss.
It was bright green.
“WHOA, GOD!” John screamed, as he ran toward the case.
Martin saw this and decided to join the friends. McKay was confused as the archer laughed, diving into the water. He waded over and quickly grabbed the case. He giggled like a young schoolboy as he dragged the case in from the water and flopped it onto the beach. He then started to undo the locks on the side, then popped open the lid. He gently pulled out a compound bow with the American Flag painted on the hilt. He smiled, gently kissing it. “Hey, baby,” he cooed, “Did you miss me?”
“Mr. Riggs?” asked Martin, “Is that yours?”
“I thought my bow was lost forever.” John smiled, placing on his own quiver,” I guess Miracles do still happen.”
“In more ways than one, “McKay smiled, arms crossed, “Do you realize what just happened, Mate?”
“Yeah, this girl delivered my pride and joy back to me.”
“No, John. YOU . . .saved her life.”
John smirked at what his friend was saying. He did admit it could be seen in that fashion. McKay, John and Martin then began to walk up the beach, toward the camp. This girl was a new addition to their little beach community.
They hoped she lived through the day.
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