Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card (Jessie and Luke) novel Chapter 237

JOSH

I floated in and out of awareness, my body heavy, my mind sluggish. Voices reached me as if from underwater–muffled, distant. I cracked an eye open, and the sunlight stabbing through the trees made me wince.

Sarah’s face swam into view, her brows furrowed, her lips moving as she pressed something cool to my forehead. “Josh?” she said, her voice trembling. “Stay with me, okay? Just hang on.”

I tried to answer, but my throat felt like sandpaper, and all I managed was a groan. My leg throbbed, sending sharp, relentless pain shooting up my body.

“Is he okay?” a familiar voice asked–Luke. His voice was rough, worried.

Sarah shook her head. “I think he has sepsis from the leg,” she said, her voice cracking. “His body isn’t winning the fight. We need to get him off this island. Soon.”

Sepsis. That word sliced through my foggy mind, triggering a wave of panic. I wasn’t ready to die. Not like this.

Luke went quiet, and for a moment, all I could hear was the sound of my ragged breathing and the rustle of leaves in the breeze. Then he said, “Well, let’s get the fuck off this island then. I found the boat. We just need to get him there.”

Boat. That word pulled me further into consciousness. Had I

heard him right? Had Luke actually found a way off this forsaken place?

Sarah’s face lit up like someone had flipped a switch. “You–you found a boat?”

“Yeah,” Luke said. “It’s anchored in a cove on the other side of the cliffs. You saved us, man, you and those journals.”

Her relief was palpable, but she didn’t waste time celebrating. She looked down at me, her eyes scanning my face. “We’re going to have to carry him,” she said, her tone firm. “There’s no way he can walk, and slinging him over your shoulder isn’t an option. His leg can’t handle it.”

Luke muttered something, but Sarah ignored him. She was already looking around, her mind clearly racing. Then she snapped her fingers. “The hammock,” she said. “We can use it as a stretcher. Tie the ends to some branches, and we can drag or carry him without jostling him too much.”

“Smart,” Luke said, his voice quieter now. “Really smart.”

I wanted to tell her she was brilliant, but my body refused to cooperate. Instead, I let my head roll to the side, silently praying they could pull this off.

The journey through the jungle was grueling. I drifted in and out, catching snippets of conversation and the sound of their labored breathing.