Devil to PayPart 11My God, I'm a fool! After twenty yards in the fresh air I felt sick, hot, cold, disorientated and bloody useless. The Four shared my pack between them, and I hung onto Lighe's arm for grim death. The sweat was running into my eyes, and I was shivering so much that I kept stumbling. Viggo tried to carry me, but my arse protested vehemently. The man with the knife in there had chucked it, and found a machete. He was trying to hack his way out from the inside. Bastard! I thought of him as a real person, to help me hate him, and keep my mind on staying upright. He was just like Smiley, but with a very small dick. Miniscule, really. I laughed in spite of myself. I must've been delirious. "Sblom?", Lighe stood in front of me. I couldn't really see him clearly, but it was him. "Sit down, - we're resting, now." Fuck, the irony of it! Too tired to stand up - too pained to sit down. I leaned against a tree, and stared at the cave. Not too far, now. Just the.... Yeah, you guessed. I passed out. So I don't know what happened next. I've coerced Lighe into telling you - he knows. He'll tell you. Lighe's story. Oh, fuck! I'm no good at this sort of stuff, dude! Okay, I'll try - but it won't be any good. If I make spelling mistakes...I'm writing this as it comes. Um, well, he fell at my feet. Just slumped in a heap. Viggo and the boys rushed over. He was out of it. I sat on the ground and pulled his head into my lap. He was as hot as hell! Viggo decided we had to get up there real soon, as the sun was sinking, and we didn't want to be stuck out in the open, in the dark, with nothing at our backs, did we? He asked. No we fucking didn't came the unanimous reply . How we got him up that mountainside was a fucking miracle. It was steep. Steep but fairly smooth. We tied some branches together, and dragged him up between us. I didn't appreciate how heavy he was. I know now! We got him up there with minimal damage to him, and one sprained pinkie for Viggo, who said he's going to call in favours for that one when he needs a nude model to paint. He was looking at me when he said it. I hope he meant Dominic. The floor of the cave was warm and sandy. And dry, thank god! Orli spread some leaves and stuff out for us to put Dom onto, and we covered him with some more. He was still out, and shivering. Fuck, I tried not to show him, but I was scared. Viggo asked for the flints, and made a fire right in back of the cave. It was a huge place, so no one breathed in the smoke. He filled a can with water and put it on to boil. He'd found an old soda bottle in the hut, and filled that up to bring with us. Billy and Orli went back down to fetch more water from the stream, which passed the bottom of the hill where the cave was. It took five minutes. I timed it, later, when I was desperate for something to take my mind off... So that was okay. There was a nice fresh smell coming from the hot water. "What is it?" I asked. "Angelica and thyme. Double antiseptic and soothing qualities. We've got to get him sorted out quick. Take his jeans off, Lij, while he's still out". Have you ever tried getting damp jeans off of a sweating, unconscious man? Don't fucking try, is my advice. Viggo and I turned Dom on his side, and pushed his knees up. I took the rags away. Oh, god! I was nearly sick. What a fucking mess! "Have you got your boxers back on, Lijah?", Viggo asked, dabbing away with the warm stuff at Sblom's poor ass. I did. I sacrificed them, willingly. "Tear them into small strips about four inches by eight", Viggo ordered. "We need tampons." Tampons? I thought only girls used...fuck! Where did Viggo learn these things? Luckily, they were an old pair - so the material was easy to tear. Viggo checked when I was done...he nodded. Okay. Orli and Billy came back with the water, and some plants Billy had noticed on our way up. Cabbages! Why didn't I spot them? Viggo glanced up at me. "Lijah, d'you want to go back there and tend the fire?", he asked. I was just going to say "no fucking way, I'm staying with my Dom", but something in his face stopped me. I went. A minute later, Billy and Viggo huddled over Sblom, doing something I couldn't see. He screamed. I jumped up. Orli grabbed me, and held me. Dom screamed again - then went silent. Viggo looked up. "Elijah". I went. He showed me what he'd done. Dipped the cloth in the scented water and pushed the folded up cotton inside Dom. He'd tied a thin strip of cloth to the end to pull it out. "Four times a day, Lij. Can you help? It shouldn't hurt so much next time. The herbs have a numbing quality." I nodded. I'd fucking do it. Anything for my Dom. Orli made cabbage and mushroom soup. It tasted like shit without salt, but it was warm and filling. Viggo went out into the evening, and came back looking satisfied. "Put a couple of rabbit snares up", he said. I felt more cheerful at the prospect of some roasted meat. Dom was still out of it. He was rambling, now. Orli came to sit by him, as I needed to go outside for a bit. Billy told me not to wander - just to do what I had to do, and come back. I promised. I didn't want to find myself lost in the dark. When I came back, Orli and Billy were holding onto Dom for grim death. He was struggling and screaming. "Quick!", Bills gasped. "Come to him! He thinks..." I took him in my arms. He was calling "Lighe! Lighe! Leave him alone you bastard!" He was reliving his ordeal with Smiley. God Almighty! I'd dearly love to ram a knife up that fuckwad's ass. Believe it! Let him see what it felt like! He was screaming, "No! No! Stop! Don't - it hurts! Please...it hurts!" God, I felt sick to my stomach. He had suffered all this to protect me. I fucking love this guy. More than I can say. Billy brought some warm water with herbs in it. "Get him to drink this", he smiled at me. His smile made me hope. Bill's smile does that. "Okay, Bills, I smiled back. Dom had settled against me, and was leaning against my chest, his back soaked with sweat. I reached around him with the small can and he drank the stuff. Thank God! "Where's Viggo?", I asked Orli, who was cutting up some angelica stems with a ...what was it? A rusty knife! Now where the fuck did that come from? Orli said he'd found it in the wood by the hut. Impressive! Viggo was rubbing off on us all - all except me. I hadn't done much, so far. Viggo came back with something in a can, and looked at me. "Time to change the dressing, Lighe. Need any help?" I shook my head. He'd told me what to do. I wasn't that hopeless, was I? Dom was quiet again. The boys left me to get on with it. I was grateful. Grateful for myself, as I was shaking at the prospect of what I had to do, and grateful for Dom that they respected his privacy, even though he was out of it. I turned him over and pulled the thread. It came out clotted with blood and pus. Oh shit! Could I? Oh, yes I fucking could! I washed my hands again, and then cleansed the area gently. Then I folded the cloth and dipped it in the water. Still warm. I did as Viggo told me. I was so fucking nervous. What if I hurt him? Made things worse? Dom flinched against my hand, and groaned, but he didn't move much or wake up. I took it slow, and it wasn't until I'd finished, that I realised I'd been holding my breath all the time. I washed my hands, again, and lay down in front of him, not to touch his poor ass, and pulled his arm around my waist. I needed the contact. I needed to feel him against my back. I missed his touch. I missed his smile. I missed his strong fingers... Oh, fuck it! He'd only been out for half a day. Come on, Elwood - get a grip! We slept, and my dreams were all of him. My Sblom. My love. |