The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 203

"Hold your horses." Wyatt grabbed his shoulder and shoved him back down. "Someone already went. You need to stay put and rest your eyes, or you're actually going to go blind."

Josh froze. "Someone went? Who?"

"A doctor," Wyatt said casually. "Took a chopper. Beat you to it."

A doctor? A chopper?!

"But how could there be a doctor out here? And a helicopter? Are you absolutely sure about this?"

The White Lake was a desolate wasteland near the South Pole. If there was a doctor and a helicopter sitting out here, then their agonizing, life-threatening trek had been nothing more than a cruel joke.

"Dead sure."

"If you won't go help them, I'll go myself!" Josh threw off the blanket and swung his legs over the edge of the cot.

He didn't care if this guy was telling the truth or not. All he knew was that he had to get back. The professor was waiting for him. Sloane and the others were waiting for him!

"Hey, college boy, you really shouldn't be moving around right now!" Wyatt yelled.

But Josh was already up.

His feet hit the floor, his knees buckled for a second, but he grabbed the edge of the bed to steady himself. Fumbling blindly, he found the emergency kit on the nightstand, snatched it up, and stumbled toward the door. Two steps in, his knee slammed into something hard, making him double over in pain, but he refused to let go, dragging himself forward.

Wyatt leaned against the table, arms crossed, watching him crash around until he finally found the door and yanked it open. A blast of freezing air swept into the room.

He let out a heavy sigh. "You're one stubborn kid, aren't you?"

Josh ignored him. He was already outside, stepping cautiously into the snow, testing every movement with the tip of his boot.

Wyatt grabbed his coat and followed him out.

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