After She's Terminal The Alpha Regrets (Elaine and Lucas) novel Chapter 197

Elaine sat with him for hours.

She wasn’t sure how long it’d been, but when she noticed dawn breaking, she knew it’d been far longer than she’d thought. Her own thoughts has retreated deep into her mind, and she’d simply been staring at him.

Waiting.

He didn’t wake up.

She didn’t want to move frmo his side in case he did and he needed something, but she also knew she couldn’t sit around all day. Not if she wanted to actually survive herself.

With Lucas down, it was all up to her now.

“I’ll be nearby, okay?” Elaine assured him, even though she knew he wouldn’t reply. He simply lay there, still and pale.

He’d lost so much blood.

Elaine stood up, her limbs trembling though she couldn’t even tell from what anymore. Hunger? Thirst? Another episode? Or perhaps just the exhaustion of the past twenty–four hours.

She looked down at her hands, still covered in blood. Lucas‘ blood. Swallowing thickly, Elaine made her way out onto the beach as the sun rose higher over the horizon, turning the brilliant oranges of the sunrise into the blues of the day.

Her ankle still bothered her, causing her to limp quite severely, but she just ignored it. Her emotions felt numb.

She waded into the serf, washing her hands as best she could in the salty water. Further out, she noticed a larger piece of the plane wreck. It looked like the front half of the jet, caught on the ragged rocks of a reef.

Elaine stared at it for a while, contemplating searching it. But then the moment passed. She turned away from the coast and walked back toward their camp. It was still barely even a camp.

“Just like you to leave all the work to me,” she said, glancing toward Lucas‘ still form.

He took a breath in, it was the only sign that he was still alive.

She rubbed a hand over her hands. “Guess you won’t be helping.”

If it rained, she didn’t want Lucas getting wet. So she set about making her own roof. With vines as rope, branches as supports, and leaves as covering.