JUNGLE HOSPITAL LUKE

The room was hot, the kind of humid heat that clung to your skin like a second layer. This wasn't any hospital I was used to-

there was no sterile smell of antiseptic, sharp beeping monitors, or clean, white walls. Instead, I was convinced a chicken was about to stroll in through the front door, and this place kept remedies in jars probably made in a garden they have outback. I didn't care-l was alive, and I hadn't felt this good in months. But at least there were people.

Other people.

Not just Josh and Sarah.

Now, I needed to somehow tell Jess I was alive, but looking around, I wasn't convinced this place had an international mobile network.

The realization hit me like a slap, and panic gripped my chest. "Josh. Sarah." Their names tore out of me as I pushed against the stiff sheets, my body lurching forward.

Two nurses immediately sprang into action, their hands firm but not harsh as they pressed me back onto the cot. Their voices were a rapid-fire of words I couldn't understand.

"Wait-no!" I struggled against their hold, but my limbs felt weak, every movement a reminder of how broken I was. That's when I felt the tight, pulling ache in my shoulder, the dull throb at my

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brushing against. thick bandages wrapped around

my arm sent pain down. my side, but at least I could move it. Fighting them

worse.

them leaned closer to dab at my shoulder, I caught a glimpse of the torn edges of my shirt, still

stomach churn, and I clenched

kind. He carried a small flashlight, which he immediately shone into my eyes. I winced, squinting against the

I didn't catch, then stepped back with

I asked, pushing myself upright again, ignoring the nurses' protests. "Josh and

possibilities. What if I'd been the

of the water? What if Josh and Sarah were

thoughts in their tracks. Was that a

pressed him harder, my voice rising. "Are they

he could answer, a voice cut through the tension,

the suicidal

was Sarah, standing in the doorway with a half-smirk and her hands on her hips. "Last time I go sailing with you boys," she

thinking, I reached for her, pulling her into a hug. She

flashing in my head. He'd looked so bad-the blood, the wound. Part of me

answer.

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