After She's Terminal The Alpha Regrets (Elaine and Lucas) novel Chapter 199

Chapter 199

He looked worse today. His skin far more pale than the previous. Elaine got him to drink once again from another split coconut. She was shaving the fibers from inside the coconut now with the pilot’s knife, eating them slowly as

she watched him.

He’d lost a lot of blood and she feared it had been far to much. Yet there was nothing she could do about now. 1

Last night, she’d managed to start a fire but even that did little to chase away the chill she’d begun to feel. The fire burned now, beneath the cover of another little roof she’d made to protect it from the rain.

The smoke drifted lazily around the palm fronds, raising up into the sky.

Elaine rubbed her eyes, feeling weary herself. She took a short breath before setting the coconut aside and standing up.

“I’m going to go scavenge on the beach. Maybe something new has washed up,” she announced. No reply. “Stay. stay safe.”

She walked along the beach, her gaze on the horizon. On the reef that the wreckage from yesterday still clung to. The front half of the ship. The cockpit. Elaine’s gaze fell lower, to the reef it was perched on.

She walked to the water’s edge, the serf swelling around her feet. 1

Fish.

There were fish out there, in that reef. Food. Elaine turned and walked back to camp, grabbing the knife and breaking off a long branch from one of the trees.

Using the knife, she split the tip of the branch into four separate points. A spear. Keeping the knife with her, she then walked back out to the beach and waded into the water.

She made her way toward the reef, the water rising higher and higher up her body. It was lapping around her waist line when she finally found a good spot between several rocks. Dark shapes moved beneath the surface as she stood still.

Small tropical fish darted from cover to cover, venturing out to feed before darting back.

Elaine held the spear with both hands, raising it up above the waterline. She waited. A fish darted out from behind cover. She threw the spear down. It pierced the water, churning up sand.

“I have some food,” she said, as she began to undo the bandages from his wound. She peeled it back carefully. The skin around the injury was a faint red. She hoped there wasn’t an infection. “If you wany some.