~Eleven'sPirouette~ and counting stars

[bibliophile;]

Jack rubbed her back' praying they would be found.

[twofrogsinacoat]

(Should we skip to when they're found?)

[bibliophile;]

(Sure, you start?)

[twofrogsinacoat]

(Sure (: )

Cecilie had gotten weaker by the day due to the poison in her system, and now she could hardly move. It hurt to do so, and she was always freezing and burning at the same time. As she laid there in the grass beneath their canopy, she heard footsteps through the leaves. It couldn't have been Jack, because there were too many footsteps hurrying towards them. Voices, too. "Jack," she whispered, "who is it?" She couldn't sit up without pain.

[bibliophile;]

Jack was sitting so her head was in his lap. "I don't know," he whispered back.

[twofrogsinacoat]

Cecilie bit her lip nervously and looked up at him. What was going on? Suddenly four men came to view in the clearing, dressed in bright orange vests. The moment they spotted the pair of them beneath the leaves, they began speaking into walkie talkies that had been attached to their belts. "We found them! We found them!" One of the men rushed over and knelt beside the two of them. "Are you Mr. and Mrs. Irons?"

[bibliophile;]

"Yes sir," he said with relief. They would get back. Cece could get treated and get better

[twofrogsinacoat]

The man nodded in relief. "Good. Come on, we have a car a little ways away." His eyes drifted briefly to Cecilie, then back to Jack. "We can get you medical attention as soon as possible. Can she walk?"

[bibliophile;]

"No she can't," Jack said.

[twofrogsinacoat]

The guy nodded. "Should we carry her?"