Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

JOSH

I floated in and out of awareness, my body heavy, my mind sluggish. Voices reached me as if from underwater-muffled, distant. I cracked an eye open, and the sunlight stabbing through the trees made me wince.

Sarah's face swam into view, her brows furrowed, her lips moving as she pressed something cool to my forehead. "Josh?" she said, her voice trembling. "Stay with me, okay? Just hang on."

I tried to answer, but my throat felt like sandpaper, and all I managed was a groan. My leg throbbed, sending sharp, relentless pain shooting up my body.

"Is he okay?" a familiar voice asked-Luke. His voice was rough, worried.

Sarah shook her head. "I think he has sepsis from the leg," she said, her voice cracking. "His body isn't winning the fight. We need to get him off this island. Soon."

Sepsis. That word sliced through my foggy mind, triggering a wave of panic. I wasn't ready to die. Not like this.

Luke went quiet, and for a moment, all I could hear was the sound of my ragged breathing and the rustle of leaves in the breeze. Then he said, "Well, let's get the fuck off this island then. I found the boat. We just need to get him there." Boat. That word pulled me further into consciousness. Had I

heard him right? Had Luke actually found a way off this forsaken place?

up like someone had flipped a switch. "You-you found a

in a cove on the other side of the cliffs.

carry him," she said, her tone firm. "There's no way he can walk, and slinging him over

muttered something, but Sarah ignored him. She was already looking around, her mind clearly racing. Then she snapped her fingers. "The hammock," she said. "We

voice quieter now.

was brilliant, but my body refused to cooperate. Instead, I let my head

grueling. I drifted in and out, catching snippets of conversation

one point, his

as they moved, and the uneven ground made every step a challenge. With every jolt, my leg screamed in protest,

my nose. The jungle was alive with the sound of birds and insects, but all I could focus on was the pain and the faint voices of Sarah and Luke

the cliffs, I cracked an eye open. The towering rock face loomed ahead,

said, her voice

the cliff, the ocean crashing against the rocks below. Every step

broke through my

man. Just