Part V
The dark-haired man pushed her aside and quickly assessed
the problem.
“Put out your arm!”
he yelled.
Jo obeyed, tears forming in her eyes.
Before she could resist, the man ripped the sleeve from
her shirt. He wrapped it firmly around
Tom’s bleeding leg and tied a tight knot.
He rushed quickly to grab a box or pieces of debris and place them
underneath to elevate the severe cut. Jo
froze in her spot watching through watery eyes.
“You might have just killed the fat man,” was all that Jo
heard as she watched blood flow down the sand at her feet. She did not bother to move from the staining
liquid.
She tried to speak, to make some kind of an explanation,
but her mouth refused to work. Her
mortified mind remained confused at the entire situation. Humiliation and guilt washed over her.
The man saw her pitiful expression and assured her, “Listen,
he probably wasn’t gonna make it anyway.
You just gave him an easy way out.
Hold his hand, and make sure he isn’t alone when he dies.”
The man left her to face her victim. Jo felt a little relief from his words, but
still felt agony from causing the death of Tom.
Jo knelt alongside of the dying man and tried her best to
give words of comfort, “Tom, I didn’t mean to kill you. I’m sorry.
The man said you would have probably died anyway. Is there anything I can do to make you
comfortable? Anything, just tell me.”
Tom barely moved.
He took a few small breaths. Jo
leaned in to hear him whisper lightly, “Water.”
She lifted her head back up to see him motionless,
looking pale and ugly. Jo immediately smelled
an awful stench and moved away quickly to escape him.
This felt different compared to the already two dead
bodies she previously flipped over. She
watched this once alive man die before her eyes. She felt strange and distant. She stood staring at the body for a few
minutes.
The man yelled, interrupted her from the trance, “Keep
checking those bodies! Try not to kill
any more of them!”
-Beck
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