Stranded (ON HOLD AND INCOMPLETE)

Chapter 4

I walk around for a while after I find the little creek again, when I trip over a tree root. I stumble and fall into... A shack? I think. Oh no... I try to run, but I can't get up. My foot really hurts. The boy sees me and casually walks over.

"Are you okay?" he asks in a kind voice. the way his hair flops lazily over his eyes just seems so...

Cute.

"Hello? are you okay? Do you speak English?" I snap back to reality. I look up at him. His eyes are wide with concern. "Um... yes I'm fine." I say. He looks relieved. I try to get up but my foot hurts too much. "Actually," I say, "I think I did something to my foot." "Do you mind if I take a look at it?" He asks. "Um... sure." He kneels down and starts examining my foot. I wince. "Sorry," he looks apologetic.

After a few minutes of horrible pain and tests, he tells me what happened. "You didn't break your foot, but it is slightly sprained. You should take it easy for a bit." He reports. He sounds so professional and is still incredibly cute.

"Here, let me help you up," he says, reaching out his hand. I take it and start to stand up, in an awkward limping kind of way. "I'm Corey by the way." He tells me. "I'm Leila." I reply. I stand completely up and try to put pressure on my foot, but wince in pain and start to fall over again. Corey reaches out and grabs both of my wrists. "It's okay, I've got you." He assures me. He helps me walk (no not walk, more like limp) to a bench. It is really quite beautiful for a bench, made out of (obviously) a tree, and smooth from being carved for what looks like years. "Did you make this?" I ask, out of breath from my hard work of limping about 2 meters to it. "Yeah," He replies, scratching his head. "I made it quite a while ago, so it's not my best. You certainly do get better at making things when you've been stuck on an island for two years."

"Two years?" I gasp.

Corey sighs.

"Yup." He says with the tiniest lopsided smile. "Let me tell you how it happened..."