After She's Terminal The Alpha Regrets (Elaine and Lucas) novel Chapter 213

hapter 213

He grabbed the headphones, sliding them on. “Hello?” he asked into the mic. “SOS. We need urgent help, over.”

No reply. Just static. He switched through the channels. Nothing but static.

“Is it working?” Elaine asked.

Lucas pulled the headphones off. “No.”

Her expression fell.

“It turns off, but who knows how much power this thing has left, and I don’t know if I could repair it if something is wrong…”

Elaine looked from the radio back over her shoulder to the island. To the tallest peak on above the trees. She wouldn’t say it was a mountain, but it was certainly close. A tall hill that bled up into jagged cliffs.

“What if we need to get higher?” Elaine asked.

Lucas looked at her before following her gaze. He nodded. “You know…that’s not a half bad idea.”

“Let’s get it to shore.”

It took more work than either of them cared to admit. Lucas had swam back to shore first to get the parachute so they could wrap the radio up and prevent any more water damage. Then they’d set it on their little raft and swam back.

The thing was heavier than either of them expected. But that was only the first half of what they needed to do.

Back at camp, Elaine fashioned something close to a backpack.

“With any luck, I’ll be back before nightfall,” Lucas said as he picked up the backpack.

Elaine raised a brow. “As in…you’re going alone?”

“Your ankle–”

“Lucas. I’m not just going to wait down here and hope and pray. I’m going with you,” Elaine said.

Lucas opened his mouth to argue, but Elaine walked past him, heading into the jungle with that all too familiar limp.

“You’re hurt too. We’ll both–”

Lucas reached out and grabbed her arm. “Hold on.”

Elaine sighed heavily and turned to him. “You can’t convince me otherwise, Lucas.”

“I know. I just…I think I have a better way to get us both up,” he said and set the radio down again, nudging it toward her feet. Elaine looked down at the heavy equipment before back at him as he pulled

her shirt off.

Her brow furrowed briefly. Then widened “Lucas, your stitches