Page 50 of Fourth Point Of Contact

Sighing heavily, he conceded. “Fine. Alright? I’m being an ass.”

“You can say that again,” I snorted.

“I’ll remove my pants.”

“Thank you,” I smiled. “And while you’re at it, give me your belt.”

He looked at me warily, already doing the buckle. “You’re not going to beat me with it, are you?”

“I’ve thought about it, but oddly enough, I’m more concerned about getting out of here with you in one piece than whipping the stupidity out of you. I’ll leave that for your future wife.”

He flinched at my words, but didn’t say anything else. Hell, he even let me help him get his pants off, which I thought was real progress. I grimaced at the state of his leg once he was depantsed. Swollen and slightly misshapen, I had no idea what to do for him, but it was clear he wasn’t going anywhere unless we stabilized it somehow.

“Alright, I’m no doctor, but it looks like we need to make your leg straighter.”

“You are not touching my leg,” he ground out. “Fuck,” he grumbled, obviously warring with himself. “You need to splint it.”

“Sure, I’ll just grab the brace out of my backpack,” I snapped.

He held up his pants for me. “Wrap this as tight as you can around the knee. You’ll need to gather some sticks that are as straight as possible. You can use the belt to keep it tight.”

“That’ll only work for one part of your leg. What do we use for the other part?”

“Your jacket. Or mine. Either way, it should do the trick to get us out of here.”

I somehow doubted that, but who was I to tell him how much pain he could endure? Using his pants, I gently wrapped it around his leg, careful not to let the jeans press on hiswound, using the grimace on his face to let me know if I was fucking up this whole wrapping thing. I’d never done anything like this before, but I had a vast knowledge of fiction to base my doctoring on. That would have to do in a pinch.

By the time I had the sticks gathered and had them braced along both sides of his legs, I thought for sure he would pass out from the pain. Oddly enough, he was holding it together pretty well. As I wrapped the belt around his leg, I thought back to everything that was in my purse.

“I had some Tylenol in my bag, but since that went down with the plane, I guess it won’t be of any use.”

“Someone will find us soon. Hopefully, my team. They have emergency kits.”

“Any chance they have a plane in one of those emergency kits?” I teased.

He huffed out a laugh at that. “I’m surprised you’d want to get on a plane after we just jumped out of one.”

“Well, I’m sure there will be an experienced pilot this time around.”

“Most likely, but we have a tendency to hit birds and have people shoot at us, so…you may want to drive out of here.”

“I think I’ll take my chances. What’s the likelihood that the plane I’m on will go down twice?”

He groaned, thunking his head on the ground. “Why did you have to say that?”

“Say what?”

“You just jinxed us! Why would you do that?”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“You did!” he snapped. “That’s like saying,what could go wrong? Orpiece of cake!”

“But I didn’t say those things.”

“You might as well have,” he argued. “Let’s just get out of here. This may be our last chance since you’ve effectively doomed us.”

Now that his leg was wrapped as well as I could make it, I went behind him and shoved my arms under his armpits and started hoisting him in the air.

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