Agent Ez

Chapter 38 - The Sherlock Recuperation

I scuttle over to Tiffany, wincing as my feet chafe the hard wood and shake her vigorously. Like my life depended on it, because this time my life as well as her own and Becca’s also depended on it. She still didn’t move, how was she sleeping?

“Tiffany!” I shout, loosing patience. My voice comes out croaky and unclear.

Still no movement, I have never seen someone sleep this deeply. Ever.

“Tiffany!” I shout again, shaking her, only then does it seem to stir her. Finally!

“Tiffany,” I call again, we have no time for a nice polite wake up call, “you need to get up and go back to the estate! I think help has arrived!”

This finally, seems to have some sort of an effect on her and she begins to sit up. I shuffle a little backwards and slump down on the wall. Everything was so difficult to do right now. I know there is some hefty damage to my feet, and maybe my calves but I don’t want to look.

The wounds seem like they’ve scabbed somewhat but I can’t move them, what happened to my shoes is beyond me but I’m thankful that I felt no pain until early this morning as the adrenaline started to wear off. The only indication I was hurt before, was the heat and the occasional bout of pain.

“What were you saying?” Tiffany asks groggily.

“I heard a helicopter, I’m hoping that’s our help. You need to go back to the estate, or whatever’s left of the estate and look for two tall guys, one has black hair and the other has blond okay? Caspian and Jack.”

I helped Tiffany tie her boots together with her laces and even though the fire had damaged most of the sole and structure, they were messed up but barely useable. And for now that was good enough for us, I gave her a quick rundown of how to get to the estate and back using the small signs that Drake taught me.

She leaves, fully alert there’s a lot for her to take in for someone whose only just woke up but the gravity of the situation will have dawned on her and her brain would remember out of pure necessity. I stare at nothing as I listen to her footsteps fade, wishing that it was me who could have gone to go check if help had arrived.

Instead I sit here, doing nothing which was the worst thing, the lack of activity was making me more and more restless, more and more anxious. I shuffled over to Becca and checked her pulse and breathing, which weren’t looking too good, her breathing was shallow – could she have slipped into a coma?

Realistically, I couldn’t come to this conclusion based on my knowledge but right now with my mind going into overdrive this seemed like the only rational explanation.

Minutes that felt like days passed, I had no indication of the time except for the sun which didn’t seem to be moving at the moment. I was finding it hard to not worry and was slipping into the folds of sleep again. I didn’t mind, right now anything was better then playing ‘What’s the worst case scenario you can think of?’

As I surrendering to sleep I head the snap of a branch and immediately awoke, I tried not to get too happy as for all I know this could be some small animal casually ambling through the woods. That’s what I tried to tell myself of course until I heard the very distinctive male voice saying, “Up here?”