True Love Waits novel Chapter 703

Wesley had been around explosions for his entire career in the military. Not long after he boarded the boat, he sensed danger. He just didn't know where it was.

He started looking for the source of the unease he felt. He rounded a corner, and saw a few gangsters. They were pushing and shoving each other, throwing punches, wrestling and generally making nuisances of themselves. Then, one of them was thrown into Wesley, nearly knocking him down. His Pixiu pendant fell from his pocket and clattered on the deck.

Wesley bent down to pick it up, but before he could grab it, those gangsters dashed over. One of them didn't see the pendant and accidentally kicked it. The pendant flew through the gap in the railings and dropped into the ocean.

It was a gift from Blair. It was just a trinket, and Wesley could carry it around without arousing any suspicion. But now it was in the ocean and sinking to the bottom. He had to get it back.

Without thinking, he jumped into the water. Before he could even start to locate the pendant, the boat exploded.

He wasn't far away from the boat when it happened.

The impact from the explosion sent him flying. When he hit the ocean again, he was barely conscious and seriously wounded. His ears rang loudly.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his breathing began getting shallow. Soon, he lost consciousness.

He was lucky, though. A boatman happened to be passing nearby. The mariner hauled the unconscious soldier out of the water.

The boatman called a tiny town on a secluded island home. The island dwellers lived a simple life. They had very few luxuries, and no doctors.

When they got sick, they had to hop a boat, travel for hours, and then transfer to a bus to get to the nearest hospital.

But Wesley's condition was serious, and the boatman had no money. After getting him home, he operated on the soldier, removing shrapnel, cleaning his wounds, and sewing him back up. That was the extent of what he could do for him.

But getting Wesley off the island was a problem. The boatman didn't have the time to deal with it, so he took Wesley to a shabby cabin and left him there. Live or die, he was on his own.

The boatman's wife berated the kind-hearted man every day, because he had saved Wesley's life. The soldier was dying, and the woman thought it was bad luck.

Fortunately, their children were as kind-hearted as the boatman. They covertly brought the unconscious man water, and sometimes even juice.

About a week later, Wesley finally came around.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a tanned boy holding a glass. The kid was about to put a glass of water to his lips.

Seeing him awake, the little one was afraid—and curious. "You...you woke up."

Having been unable to eat for days, Wesley was too weak to speak. "Food..." he said in a hoarse whisper.

The boy ran away after hearing that.

Wesley could hear him shouting, "Dad! Dad! He woke up! He's awake and he's hungry!"

At that point, Wesley had been in a coma for more than a week. The boatman assumed he was dead already. When the boy ran up to him, he was digging a hole to bury the soldier in. But it was impossible. The boy couldn't be right. So he kept on digging.

But the boy didn't give up. He slipped into the kitchen and grabbed some food for Wesley.

In the cabin, Wesley moved his fingers and croaked, "Water." He was in no condition to eat now.

The sweet boy fetched the glass of water, used most of his strength to lift Wesley's head up, and tipped the glass to his lips.

It was a miracle. Wesley was alive.

But there was no way to call out. No communications equipment. They didn't even have electricity.

So without radio, TV, or phone, there was no way to know what was going on. All he could do was sit tight, and be patient. He would recover, and then he could get off the island.

After the boatman discovered he survived, he brought Wesley a bowl of rice at every meal.

When Wesley was almost at 100%, he asked the boatman to help him leave.