For a moment, there was silence. Just the sound of splashing water. Tabi's lip curled upwards, her shoulders rising and falling with a silent chuckle. So Ivan didn't know she was completely naked. She should of said something about that. Then again, when it had happened, she was not ready to bring it up. And then when the moment passed. Well, they were hugging in the water.
She turned back to the ground and picked up the drying bra. She heard the splash to her right and she glanced over and saw Ivan starting to emerge from the river bellow. She turned her attention back to her underwear and after a few moments, she fit it back onto her chest with a click.
Ivan had lead her back up to the bridge, carefully guiding her up the hill so that she wouldn't fall and wind up with a worse injury than what she had already. Then, when they had reached the bridge, Ivan had let her drop down to the ground, using the edge of a gnarled tree as a way to prop up her back. The wood was rough and lumpy, she did her best to avoid pressing to hard against it, afraid that she would cut herself if she moved.
Then, Ivan silently got to work inspecting the wound. Ankle sprain, she let out a quiet 'damn it' under her breath as he prodded around the area. It stung like crazy with each poke, but with every poke came a reassurance from Ivan that it would be fine. He was so calm, so matter-of-fact about the whole process that she couldn't help but smile in between her wincing. So this is what it felt like to be on the other end of things. To be the one that needed medical attention when their lives were on the line. Tabi gulped down the lump in her throat and sighed.
The sun was starting to set down on the island again. Perhaps there was an hour of light at most. The sky had become vibrant with plumes of orange mixing in with pink swirls to form the aerial canvas covering them. It was such a pity that it would fade away into darkness, probably never to be recreated again.
Tabi's eyes looked to her foot. Ivan had finished bandaging it up and by all accounts it looked like it would be good enough to stand on. There was no telling that it was going to be in any shape for running though. Not for a while at least. But the best she could do was just walk it off and hope to not fall often. It was just like failing to land a jump back at the skatepark. You just had to keep going until you felt no more pain
Would it recover though?
Despite the fact that Ivan had now taken to sitting beside her, Tabi couldn't help but feel a chill on her bare skin. A product of the river she surmised. The sun's rays were the only thing around to dry her. What she wouldn't give for a towel or blanket right now.
Thankfully, Ivan had brought their clothing up from the riverbank, though he left those near the edge, taking only the first-aid kit over to the tree. She didn't mind the two of them just sharing a moment like this, just the two of them exposed like they were, but it was becoming increasingly impractical to do it, no matter how romantic and wonderful it was.
Grimacing at first, Tabi's hands planted themselves to the well worn bark of the oak tree, slowly pushing herself forwards. The sting was still there as her bare feet touched the soft grass, but she gritted her teeth and accepted that walking was going to hurt a lot at first. She limped every time her left foot touched the ground, but much to her appreciation, it was only fifteen steps away.
She bent down and picked up the blue skirt first, looking as pristine as it possibly could be after over a week of use. She made no complaint about the few specks of mud that still lingered, or the wrinkles and creases that still remained. Who cared right now? Certainly not Ivan. He could live with the battle stains.
Tabi pulled them up until they were against her waist again. They were loose and slid down an inch or two, a sign of how long they had been here. A sign of how long she had gone without more than bread in her stomach.
Her hands padded her stomach. It whined in reply.
Do we still have bread? I wish we could have some pancakes.
Her eyes regained focus when her peripheral vision caught sight of the blouse. Her old friend the peach blouse. It was crumpled up in a heap right next to her sneakers. It too shared not many visible scars, but when she picked it up, she could still smell the fetid mud clinging to the cotton. and assaulting her nostrils. She had a feeling that it was never truly going to leave her. She had practically bathed in it back when Imraan was chasing them.
She threaded her torso back into the sheet of fabric, popping her arms out through the sleeves. It felt as if something was missing from inside, as if there had been more person that had once filled it. Tabi had always thought of herself as an average sized girl, the scale said that she was 142 pounds. She didn't dare wager a guess as to her weight now.
Her vision returned to the canvas below. It was shrinking, light becoming less and less available. Soon it would be total darkness again.
Tabi gulped, but her eyes did not look away. Her hands dropped under her breasts and it was then she remembered the hole. The hole that Clio had made with a single bullet. It was a single bullet that had stopped her too. A horrific parallel to remember. But true all the same. Her index finger poked through the hole again, and she felt it`s wrinkled print gently semi-circle back and forth.
Night was coming, and with it a growing sense of unrest. They would be on the move soon, the terrorists wouldn't want them to stay in their pen for too long after all. But it brought forth the same tired questions. What would happen the next day? Were they going to be able to survive another narrow escape? Who was out there that wanted them dead? Each loaded question pounded into her like a drum, urging this heavy feeling forwards and up to her brain.
We'll do it together.
She closed her eyes and her head drooped. She grinned, realizing what an idiot she was being. Weren't they trying to avoid these questions. These questions had gotten them to the point they were just a few hours ago. They were supposed to worry about who saved who more. The whole point was that they were supposed to face what was in front of them. One day at a time.
And the day isn't over yet.
A thought appeared in her head. And with a sudden twist of her body Tabi turned around to see her bag still sitting there, half open with the straps pressed against the ground. Limping her way over, she pulled the strap upwards and dug her fist into the backpack, padding the area in search for something.
She let out a silent cry when she found the object. She fished it out and gently placed the bag back down. From it, a little green scrunchy had surfaced. When she had first arrived on the island, she had figured that it was just one of the many items that had been taken away from her, and thus it had been forgotten. Another item that she had brought, with the intention of showing it off during the camping trip. At least Ivan would get to see.
It took a little effort, as it seemed her hair was no longer shoulder length anymore. However, she was able to loop the little green elastic up and into a ponytail. A part of her had wanted to try braiding it so that it looked better, but in the end she left it alone as getting it to that point would require Ivan to do it, but perhaps he liked it the way it was.
She turned back to face Ivan and gave her a playful look as if to silent ask him what he thought of the look. But she didn't take much time to hear a reply as she started to walk over to him. When she made it to the tree she knelt down right in front of Ivan, taking in his gentle expression.
We'll do it together. One day at a time.
It started with a light peck on his lips. And then it grew into three more kisses. Ivan had caught on after the first kiss, and they traded slow blows with one another. Their lips kept shifting back and forth, as if they were both climbing a ladder to a destination out of reach. Not that it mattered.
When they broke apart, Tabi rushed as quick as she could to be beside Ivan. She tried her hardest to work her body in with the folds of his own, as if they were a puzzle piece that just needed to be adjusted. It was an easy job, and as a result, Tabi could feel Ivan's chest gently propelling her upwards with each breath.
The day isn't over...
"Ivan. Let's just... Stay here for the night. Okay?"
They would do it together. To whatever end it would be.
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