CH2c
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JULY 10TH, 2011
"Not so tight!"
"Sorry!"
Jed stood up, casting his shadow over Seline. He wiped the sweat off of his forehead and forced a smile at her. The sun was beaming down on his back. It was about 2 PM, which meant Seline had been freed from slavery by the uninfecteds for almost seven hours…seven hours of awkwardness and pain.
After landing the plane in some desert wasteland several hundred miles away from any civilization, Jed carried her out and began to bandage up her leg. When he broke the extremely sturdy ankle monitor with his gun, it resulted in Seline busting her tibia, fibula and some of the bones in her ankle. Before getting into the plane, she could barely stand on her own. Now she couldn't stand at all.
She gently swung her leg out in front of herself so she could see what he'd done. It was tightly wrapped up in a tan cloth bandage with a straight, flat metal rod wedged in from the back of her heel to the back of her knee. Jed was no doctor, but at least he offered her plenty of drugs, which she gladly accepted. He'd done his best.
"What now?" she asked, voluntarily swishing her tail.
"I dunno. I guess I have to go out and find a place where I can hijack some fuel." Jed took a few steps out into the sand, facing away from her. The sun blared down on his blonde hair, which fascinated Seline…who was a bit loopy from the effect of the drugs.
"I'm pretty sure you're way too far from any village to just walk," she sarcastically muttered, pushing her hair out of her face. She had taken a rubber band from one of the pockets in her jacket and put her hair up with it…not that it helped at all. Her hair was much too bushy, thick and large to be controlled, and her long bangs attacked her face at any given moment she didn't shove them away. She sighed and set her elbows down onto her knees and raised an eyebrow at Jed.
"I can walk for days if it means I get to refuel my plane. I've done it before and I'll do it again." He pulled his jacket off by the ends of his sleeves and threw it back onto the rock Seline was sitting on. It was too hot for fleece.
"Hey Jed? What's this for?"
Jed looked back at Seline from the corner of his eye. She was holding up an orange prescription bottle. Before she could read aloud what was written on it, he snatched it from her. "It's mine."
"What's it for?" she asked, placing her hands between her legs and swinging her shoulders back and forth.
"It slows down the process of infection. I need it. If I don't have this with me at all times, I could severely hurt or kill you. And I need all the friends I can get, so I don't want you messing with it!" He angrily stuffed the bottle into his pants pocket. His big round ears were down and he refused to make eye contact with her.
"Jeeze, mister grouchy pants, you have like, 20 more bottles of the same pill. I saw them." She nodded. There were at least ten more bottles of the same prescription in the first aid kit he'd taken out to tend to her leg. "Why wouldn't you share with me, anyways? I'm infected, too!"
"I can fight you off is why. I don't trust myself off of these meds. I've hurt people. I could hurt you."
"News flash, buddy: You broke my leg."
"What?! I had to!!-"
"It kinda tickles." Seline nodded to herself once more, then burst into giggles and flopped over backwards onto the flat rock she was poised on. "Oh God," she snorted, "you're gonna take advantage of me, aren't you?"
Jed frowned. "Nnno. You should probably get back into the plane."
"I saw a box of cigars in there," Seline mentioned. "What do you use those for?"
"Unless you're havin' a baby or just got a promotion, none of your business."
"Sorry I asked! I'll just be shuffling back to my seat now, mister jerk!" Seline set her functional foot down into the sand, and with her hands, she pulled herself around the rock and grabbed onto the open door of the plane. Thinking she told him off good, she could barely contain her giggles as she pathetically dragged herself on.
After about three seconds of restraining himself, Jed blurted, "let me help you!" He pranced his large misshapen puppy paws over to Seline. "You aren't strong enough yet." And she wasn't. He had to lift her into the plane the first time, too.
"Such a gentleman!" Seline chirped.
"Hold onto the handle and pull yourself up," Jed instructed her, ignoring her delusional mocking. She pulled herself up a foot or so off out of the sand and Jed lifted her from underneath her…well.
"Excuse me, but I happen to be a married woman!" Seline scoffed. She looked back down over her shoulder and teasingly chucked at Jed. Her stripy, spotty tail was all up in his face and he was blushing darker than a pomegranate. He shoved her into her plane so that she was laying face down across both seats.
"That's good to know!" He stuck his wet canine nose up in the air and marched off to grab his jacket, which he also threw into the plane. "Gimme my gun, I'ma need it!" Seline tossed the ak-47 out carelessly into the sand. "HEY! I can't afford to break that!" He scooped up his toy and placed it over his shoulder. "Stay in there!"
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