Chapter 195
ucas!” Elaine cried out, standing as she reached out to help him.
He held one hand near the wound, but didn’t pull the blade out. “Think he… got me a bit,” he rasped.
“Not exactly a time for jokes!” she said, taking hold of on of his shoulders as the other hovered uncertainly near the knife. “I…what…”
She had no idea what to do, but she did know that if she took the knife out now, he’d simply bleed out. It wasn’t safe to handle this here.
“Can you walk?”
“I’m standing, aren’t I?”
“That’s not an answer.”
Lucas nodded. “I can.”
“Easy does it. We need to get back to the beach,” Elaine said, helping Lucas forward while she limped herself.
With each step, Lucas was suppressing a wince or a hiss of his breath. He was trying so hard to make it seem like it was better than it was. Yet he knew. If the knife had hit anything vital, he was already a dead man walking.
Yet neither he nor Elaine said it aloud.
She guided him carefully back to their destroyed camp. She pulled the parachute out and spread it out on the ground. It would at least get him off the sand.
She carefully lowered him onto it. “I need to see it,” she said.
“You know how to…treat it?” Lucas asked with a strained grunt. He lay back on the fabric, closing his eyes briefly.
“No,” Elaine admitted as she began to unbutton his shirt, carefully peeling it back from the wound and the dagger. It was weeping blood steadily, though that blade couldn’t remain in him forever. 1
She needed to get it out, but didn’t have any of the supplies to do so. She pulled off her own shirt, leaving her in just the bra beneath, and used the fabric of the shirt to clean away the blood to get a better look.
It wasn’t a large wound beneath the blood. But, of course, it still had a dagger sticking out of it. She’d need to remove it and then somehow close up the wound.
In a situation not unlike this.



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