Story Market Day

ComCamGuy

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
kyrsyan said:
Umm... He did good. But no cell phone to call for help? How far are they from the house? I'm me. I'd be bundling her and then get driving unless I found something that needed immediate medical attention. The little car can wait for others to come help retrieve but they'd both be safer at the house. I think maybe Jonas is a bit in shock as well.
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earlier entries point out cells unreliable at best months ago, and the truck is still an unknown as well as her condition. Right now, if her condition worsens, he can throw her into the known good R32 and run the 2+hours to the house or back into town to the hospital. anything else has some bigger pitfalls in his mind
 
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Cohickman

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Loss of bladder/bowels is a BIG factor. Serious head trauma or eminent death on the far end of the spectrum. Knowing how CCG like to play with us, Petra may be red shirted. I sure hope not! Ahem, HOPE NOT!!
Thanks CCG for keeping your story so close to reality that it hurts. It also helps me remember stuff from EMT that I don't use much!
You rock!
 
Lake Lili

Lake Lili

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@Sportsman - I would go with the Pixie being embarassed but grateful that a teamsmate would do what needed to be done to save her. I just wonder how they will balance the possible attraction with the life saving / I know who you had sex with and empregnated thing. A lot of dynamic to that relationship in a short period.
 
Griz3752

Griz3752

Retired, practising Curmudgeon
Lake Lili said:
@Sportsman - I would go with the Pixie being embarrassed but grateful that a team mate would do what needed to be done to save her. I just wonder how they will balance the possible attraction with the life saving / I know who you had sex with and impregnated thing. A lot of dynamic to that relationship in a short period.
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And leave it to you to identify & rough out the basics of a new sub-plot, maybe even a spin off, in just a few words . . .

Love it
 
ComCamGuy

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
Sun Up


Weak light was filtering into the cab of the truck. Jonas could see his breath. He slid a hand inside the sleeping bag. Petra was still warm. OK, warmish. She had to be alive. You have to be warm to be dead he thought and she was still only warmish.

“Petra? How you doing?” he gently shook her. No response other than a weak moan. Shit. He was hoping the rest would have let her reset her braincase. What’s next? Think!

Petra was a ****ing hummingbird. Lots of stress, body bashed about, maybe her tank is empty. Damn! How could he…?

“Well, shit.” This is going to get a little more weird. He hoped it would work. He dug into his pack. He was sure he had at least one or two in the front he kept for Jennifer.

“Petra, your energy levels are real low. I need to get some fuel into you.”

Jonas pulled the foil off the top of the little packet and dipped a finger. He took the sticky finger and slid it into Petra’s mouth, into her cheek. He wiggled his finger slightly, smearing some of the honey against the inside of her cheek. After a few moments, he reloaded his finger and put it in the other cheek.

He got the idea from one of his old unit members who had a son who was a diabetic. They would put glucose on a tongue depressor and put it in his cheek if he got hypoglycemic. Well, he didn’t have glucose paste or a tongue depressor. He did have a couple honey packets and his finger. The fingers it was. He hoped she didn’t wake up too fast.

It would be just what he needed! Petra waking up half out of her mind sitting half naked in a sleeping bag in his lap with his fingers in her mouth. That would be at least really awkward. No telling how she would react before he had a chance to explain. She could go all wild women, pass out or be calm and let him continue to treat her in a Marine mind set. He had to be prepared for anything since he did not know what happened. Was it medical, physical, mental, was she attacked again? She was the only one who had the answers and for now she wasn’t talking.

He had to get her answers. He had to get her to Amber. He had to get help but for now he had to wait. For now, all he could do is pray to whatever God would listen and do what he knew to do.
 
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ComCamGuy

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
At the House


“They should have been back by now.” Amber said to Silas and Ivar at the breakfast table.

“I don’t know how much work Petra had to do fixing two trucks. She probably ran into problems and her and Jonas are still getting things fixed.” Silas tried to keep his tone unworried so he didn’t alarm Jennifer sitting next to him eating her pancakes.

“How long should we wait before we worry, then?” Amber wasn’t convinced.

“Lunchtime? If they aren’t back, a couple of us could head that way and see what extra help they might need.” Ivar added.

“OK, but not you, mister. You still have radios to install in trucks.” Sofia said, pointing at Ivar.

“OK, OK, but I’ll need Jennifer as my helper. Her hands and arms get to places I can’t.” He turned to Jennifer. “You up to helping me this morning?”

“Sure thing, Mr. Ivar.”

“I’ll run up and see what the problem is if they aren’t here by lunch.” Silas said, hoping this will be enough to ease Amber’s worry. It wasn’t.

“No, WE will run up there if they aren’t back by lunch.” Amber said forcefully.

“Right. That’s what I said. We will run up there after lunch.” Silas knew it was useless to argue.
 
Griz3752

Griz3752

Retired, practising Curmudgeon
ComCamGuy said:
At the House


“They should have been back by now.” Amber said to Silas and Ivar at the breakfast table.

“I don’t know how much work Petra had to do fixing two trucks. She probably ran into problems and her and Jonas are still getting things fixed.” Silas tried to keep his tone unworried so he didn’t alarm Jennifer sitting next to him eating her pancakes.

“How long should we wait before we worry, then?” Amber wasn’t convinced.

“Lunchtime? If they aren’t back, a couple of us could head that way and see what extra help they might need.” Ivar added.

“OK, but not you, mister. You still have radios to install in trucks.” Sofia said, pointing at Ivar.

“OK, OK, but I’ll need Jennifer as my helper. Her hands and arms get to places I can’t.” He turned to Jennifer. “You up to helping me this morning?”

“Sure thing, Mr. Ivar.”

“I’ll run up and see what the problem is if they aren’t here by lunch.” Silas said, hoping this will be enough to ease Amber’s worry. It wasn’t.

“No, WE will run up there if they aren’t back by lunch.” Amber said forcefully.

“Right. That’s what I said. We will run up there after lunch.” Silas knew it was useless to argue.
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At my house that would've been "sorry dear, that's what I meant to say"
 
ComCamGuy

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
In the Truck


Jonas thought it might be working. She was moving around a little more. Now was the tricky part. He had to gauge how long to keep up the honey pacifier trick and when to stop and try making her more awake and put some more food or sugar into her. He wanted her thinking a little more before she started analyzing their positions.

Jonas saw her eyelids start to flutter a little. She might be waking up. Sitting here, holding Petra, so far, he was so focused on worrying about her and trying to find out what was wrong, he hadn’t been really looking at her. Now, he saw what was working in the back of his head. She kinda physically reminded him of his High School girlfriend, without the hair down to her ass. It had been years since he thought of her. He pulled himself back to the here and now. Petra was nothing like Shela other than a little physically.

With one arm still around her waist outside the sleeping bag and her head cradled in the crook of his arm, he used a corner of her shemagh and a little water to wipe her face, both to clean up any stray honey and to stimulate her some, hoping to wake her up. It didn’t take long at this point.

“Petra? Can you hear me? Petra? Wake up, slow and easy.” He kept wiping her face. Finally, he saw her eyes open and felt her tense up. She was deep in the throes of obvious confusion as she started looking around. She didn’t seem to know where she was, she kept looking around and around, then she tilted her head back and looked up at Jonas.

When Petra’s eyes looked up to his face, he saw the fear and confusion. He wasn’t sure she knew where she was, or even who HE was at the moment.

“Don’t worry, Petra. You’re safe. You’re OK now. It’s me, Jonas. You’re safe. We are away from there and you’re safe.”

When he felt her relax just a little, he thought she might be ready to listen to him and for him to ask a question or two.

“Petra, I don’t know how much of yesterday you remember, but you finished the trucks, then someone attacked. I stopped them and we drove away. You drove out first and pulled over here. I followed a few minutes later. Do you remember any of this?”

Petra was watching his lips as he talked, like she was trying to see the words as he said them.

“Do you remember any of this?”

Petra’s hand came up to her throat, rubbing it then jerking it way like it burned. Her voice came out as a croak when she spoke.

“Was he choking me?”

The fear and pain in Petra’s eyes when she asked Jonas this almost tore him apart. That bastard got off too easy for doing this to Petra!

“Yeah, he did. He choked you out about the time I got there. I stopped him. Do you remember driving out here?”

“Maybe? I don’t know.” She still looked confused.

“OK, let’s try another question. Did you eat anything yesterday?”

“Breakfast.” Petra looked confused at the question.

“How about after breakfast?”

“A bag of Gummie Bears and a granola bar?” She said clearly not sure why Jonas was asking her this.

“Well, I think with everything going on, your blood sugar got really low and that’s why you don’t remember a lot of last night, like driving here. I think your sugar got so low you passed out or maybe had a seizure. Have you ever had that happen before?”

The scared look was back in Petra’s eyes. She just nodded.

“What happened then?”

“Basic Training, didn’t eat enough on an obstacle course day. Woke up in an ambulance.”

“Ok, so what did they tell you?”

“They told my DI I needed to eat more on those days.”

“They didn’t say you were diabetic, did they?”

“No, they did a bunch of tests though.”

“So, we need to get you some food in you, and not gummie bears. You got anything in your day pack?”

Petra started to move around, then suddenly stopped and stiffened. Without moving again Petra spoke.

“Why am I naked?” a different worry tone in her voice now.

“You aren’t naked, just your bottom half, and you have a shemagh skirt right now inside the sleeping bag.”

“Why?”

“You had a seizure, and you were wet down below. I got you out of your wet things and into a dry sleeping bag to keep you warm.” Jonas tried to keep his voice soft and soothing, but Petra was bright red now.

“Try not to think about that part right now. Right now, what we need to do is get some food into you, OK?” Jonas thought putting a task like that to focus on might help. He didn’t want her blowing though the little bit of sugar the honey provided and have her pass out again. Wait! He might have something in his bag to start with.

“Tell you what. In the front zipper pocket of my bag” he pointed at it in the floorboards of the seat next to her, “is a bag with a couple of Sofia’s oatmeal cranberry chocolate chip cookies. Eat a couple of those and wash it down with the Gatorade on the outside of the bag. We need to get the energy back in you first before we figure anything else.”
 
Griz3752

Griz3752

Retired, practising Curmudgeon
ComCamGuy said:
In the Truck


Jonas thought it might be working. She was moving around a little more. Now was the tricky part. He had to gauge how long to keep up the honey pacifier trick and when to stop and try making her more awake and put some more food or sugar into her. He wanted her thinking a little more before she started analyzing their positions.

Jonas saw her eyelids start to flutter a little. She might be waking up. Sitting here, holding Petra, so far, he was so focused on worrying about her and trying to find out what was wrong, he hadn’t been really looking at her. Now, he saw what was working in the back of his head. She kinda physically reminded him of his High School girlfriend, without the hair down to her ass. It had been years since he thought of her. He pulled himself back to the here and now. Petra was nothing like Shela other than a little physically.

With one arm still around her waist outside the sleeping bag and her head cradled in the crook of his arm, he used a corner of her shemagh and a little water to wipe her face, both to clean up any stray honey and to stimulate her some, hoping to wake her up. It didn’t take long at this point.

“Petra? Can you hear me? Petra? Wake up, slow and easy.” He kept wiping her face. Finally, he saw her eyes open and felt her tense up. She was deep in the throes of obvious confusion as she started looking around. She didn’t seem to know where she was, she kept looking around and around, then she tilted her head back and looked up at Jonas.

When Petra’s eyes looked up to his face, he saw the fear and confusion. He wasn’t sure she knew where she was, or even who HE was at the moment.

“Don’t worry, Petra. You’re safe. You’re OK now. It’s me, Jonas. You’re safe. We are away from there and you’re safe.”

When he felt her relax just a little, he thought she might be ready to listen to him and for him to ask a question or two.

“Petra, I don’t know how much of yesterday you remember, but you finished the trucks, then someone attacked. I stopped them and we drove away. You drove out first and pulled over here. I followed a few minutes later. Do you remember any of this?”

Petra was watching his lips as he talked, like she was trying to see the words as he said them.

“Do you remember any of this?”

Petra’s hand came up to her throat, rubbing it then jerking it way like it burned. Her voice came out as a croak when she spoke.

“Was he choking me?”

The fear and pain in Petra’s eyes when she asked Jonas this almost tore him apart. That bastard got off too easy for doing this to Petra!

“Yeah, he did. He choked you out about the time I got there. I stopped him. Do you remember driving out here?”

“Maybe? I don’t know.” She still looked confused.

“OK, let’s try another question. Did you eat anything yesterday?”

“Breakfast.” Petra looked confused at the question.

“How about after breakfast?”

“A bag of Gummie Bears and a granola bar?” She said clearly not sure why Jonas was asking her this.

“Well, I think with everything going on, your blood sugar got really low and that’s why you don’t remember a lot of last night, like driving here. I think your sugar got so low you passed out or maybe had a seizure. Have you ever had that happen before?”

The scared look was back in Petra’s eyes. She just nodded.

“What happened then?”

“Basic Training, didn’t eat enough on an obstacle course day. Woke up in an ambulance.”

“Ok, so what did they tell you?”

“They told my DI I needed to eat more on those days.”

“They didn’t say you were diabetic, did they?”

“No, they did a bunch of tests though.”

“So, we need to get you some food in you, and not gummie bears. You got anything in your day pack?”

Petra started to move around, then suddenly stopped and stiffened. Without moving again Petra spoke.

“Why am I naked?” a different worry tone in her voice now.

“You aren’t naked, just your bottom half, and you have a shemagh skirt right now inside the sleeping bag.”

“Why?”

“You had a seizure, and you were wet down below. I got you out of your wet things and into a dry sleeping bag to keep you warm.” Jonas tried to keep his voice soft and soothing, but Petra was bright red now.

“Try not to think about that part right now. Right now, what we need to do is get some food into you, OK?” Jonas thought putting a task like that to focus on might help. He didn’t want her blowing though the little bit of sugar the honey provided and have her pass out again. Wait! He might have something in his bag to start with.

“Tell you what. In the front zipper pocket of my bag” he pointed at it in the floorboards of the seat next to her, “is a bag with a couple of Sofia’s oatmeal cranberry chocolate chip cookies. Eat a couple of those and wash it down with the Gatorade on the outside of the bag. We need to get the energy back in you first before we figure anything else.”
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ComCamGuy

ComCamGuy

Remote Paramedical pain in the ass
In the Truck


Petra wasn’t sure what was going on. Her body hurt, her neck hurt and she wasn’t sure what was going on in her dream. Was it a dream? Nightmare more like it. Why was she back in High School? Why was she back in the Band room with Parker beating the hell out of her? Why was it dark in the Band room? It wasn’t that day?

She heard a voice now. Not Parker’s sneering voice, not the other one from the nightmare, the older, angry one. This one was gentle. Hands on her face. Not punches. Someone wiping it?

“Petra? Can you hear me? Petra? Wake up, slow and easy.”

She tried to place it. She tried opening her eyes like the voice said. This sure as hell wasn’t the Band room! Where the **** was she?! Somebody’s arm was around her, holding her. Pinning her? She looked around franticly, trying to figure out where she was. Was that a sunroof? She was in the back seat of a car of some kind. How did she get here? Why won’t her brain focus? Somebody slip something in her drink?

The guy holding her was still talking. Where did she know that voice from?

“Petra? Can you hear me? Petra? Wake up, slow and easy.”

Slowly she tilted her head back and looked up at the man holding her and wiping her face. Who was this? Where was she and who the **** was this?

“Don’t worry, Petra. You’re safe. You’re OK now. It’s me, Jonas. You’re safe. We are away from there and you’re safe.”

Jonas? She should know that name. She did know that name. Where from? Jonas was a friend. She could feel that much. The name set off ‘Friend’ vibes, not panic vibs. Why was her head so fuzzy? What was he saying? She had to focus.

“Petra, I don’t know how much of yesterday you remember, but you finished the trucks, then someone attacked. I stopped them and we drove away. You drove out first and pulled over here. I followed a few minutes later. Do you remember any of this?”

Petra watched his lips as he talked, trying to make them line up in her head and connect. More memories now. Trucks. She was working on trucks and somebody else. Angry Face in the darkness. Pulling, twisting! Fighting! Hands on her throat!

“Do you remember any of this?” Jonas’ voice now, asking , worried. She could hear the worry in his voice.

Petra realized her hand was on her throat, rubbing it. She jerked it away. Was that what happened?

“Was he choking me?” Her voice came out as a croak when she spoke. She could barely hear herself.

She saw Jonas’ eyes when she asked. A flash of pure anger, but not for her. They changed, softened into concern for her as he answered her.

“Yeah, he did. He choked you out about the time I got there. I stopped him. Do you remember driving out here?”

She searched her memories. It was like trying to sort puzzle pieces while looking through a drinking straw. She only got glimpses and no context.

“Maybe? I don’t know.”

She saw this worried Jonas even more. His next question caught her off guard.

“OK, let’s try another question. Did you eat anything yesterday?”

“Breakfast.” Why did he want to know if she ate? Was he offering to take her to dinner? Or, since it looks like morning, breakfast?

“How about after breakfast?”

She forced her brain to the task. She probably ate, but she didn’t remember much.

“A bag of Gummie Bears and a granola bar?” That much she thought for sure she ate. Jonas’ face was unreadable. She wasn’t sure what the significance of her eating was.

“Well, I think with everything going on, your blood sugar got really low and that’s why you don’t remember a lot of last night, like driving here. I think your sugar got so low you passed out or maybe had a seizure. Have you ever had that happen before?”

Passed out? A seizure! Holy Cow! Attacked! Choked Out! Seizure! Low blood sugar? How did all of that go together? She had that one time for blood sugar but…

“What happened then?”

Petra was still trying to think it through, trying to see how it all connected. She didn’t want to think about being unconscious, helpless with someone attacking her.

Actually, more helpless. At her size, she frequently felt helpless, she knew her mother had felt like it a lot of times too. Hell, her mom pointed out it was natural. Compared to a lot of people, they were the size of ventriloquist dummies. Just because it was natural, didn’t mean she had to like it. She was stronger now, could fight better. Not that it seemed to matter. Here she was, choked out and beat up, waking up somewhere else and at the mercy of someone else.

“Basic Training, didn’t eat enough on an obstacle course day. Woke up in an ambulance.”

She knew she wasn’t making much sense right now. That was another time she didn’t have much data about what happened to her. They told her she fell off one of the walls about halfway up and hit the ground like a bag of pudding.

“Ok, so what did they tell you?”

“They told my DI I needed to eat more on those days.”

She remembered her DI’s face when they told her. Her DI already wondered where she put all the food she was eating. Now she had to make sure she ate even more? The laughing that day took some of the sting out of her embarrassment then.

“They didn’t say you were diabetic, did they?”

“No, they did a bunch of tests though.”

“So, we need to get you some food in you, and not gummie bears. You got anything in your day pack?”

At this point, she didn’t remember much about much, but she probably had something in there.

She started to lean forward then she stopped. Something wasn’t right. She was feeling far too much against her skin. She tried to take stock and figure out what was wrong. Her hands move around inside the sleeping bag, she felt skin where she should have felt her jeans. What the ****? A little more investigation with her fingers at her waistline and she knew she wasn’t even wearing panties. WHAT THE ****? Why was she naked? Better question. Who made her naked? She needed answers and Jonas better have them.

“Why am I naked?” Petra hoped her voice was calm, because she sure didn’t feel calm.

“You aren’t naked, just your bottom half, and you have a shemagh skirt right now inside the sleeping bag.”

That didn’t answer her question, damn it!

“Why?” She demanded.

“You had a seizure, and you were wet down below. I got you out of your wet things and into a dry sleeping bag to keep you warm.” Jonas’ voice was soft and gentle, but the effect on her wasn’t.

She had a seizure? She pissed herself? And then Jonas made her naked and cleaned her up? Oh God! She wanted to disappear! Hide! She felt her face turn so red she was surprised she didn’t burst into flame and barely heard Jonas still talking.

“Try not to think about that part right now. Right now, what we need to do is get some food into you, OK?”

Petra wasn’t sure if she could even think about food! She just found out she got assaulted, knocked out, had a seizure, peed herself, passed out, got stripped and bathed by a friend. Oh, and drove a truck god knows how many miles before she passed out that second time. Can’t forget that! Jonas’ voice broke into her panic and embarrassment.

“Tell you what. In the front zipper pocket of my bag” he pointed at it in the floorboards of the seat next to her, “is a bag with a couple of Sofia’s oatmeal cranberry chocolate chip cookies. Eat a couple of those and wash it down with the Gatorade on the outside of the bag. We need to get the energy back in you first before we figure anything else.”
 
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Just multiply that by 20 and we should be close.

A.
 
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Petra found the cookies in Jonas’ bag while Jonas folded up the mylar casualty blanket. Petra had sat up to get the cookies and realized Jonas wasn’t kidding. She was still fully dressed, jacket and all, from the waist up. Her face still felt bright red and she avoided looking over at Jonas as she started in on one of the cookies.

“These are really good!” Petra figured it was a safe topic, but she still didn’t look over at Jonas.

“Yeah, they are a lot tastier than energy bars. Sofia made them yesterday. She said they were full of nutrition like anti-oxidants, oats and such.”

Petra could feel his eyes on her. She didn’t know what he was looking at her for. She felt like a bug on a plate.

“What?”

“Nothing, I’m just…I was worried about you.”

“…I’d have been OK; you shouldn’t have worried…” Petra tried to sound convincing, but it wasn’t.

“Yes, I should. If I hadn’t been here, you would have died.”

The words hung in the air. The thought, the realization he might be right, it shook her, bad. She saw her hand was shaking as she tried to take another bite from her cookie. Jenson saw it too. She saw his hands grasp hers as he spoke.

“You’re going to be OK, but you need to eat right now. It’s OK to have people worry about you, care for you. That’s what real friends are supposed to do. Everything is getting smaller, more focused. We only have our group to count on. You, me, Silas, Amber, Ivar and Sofia, we need to look out for each other. The other people we could count on, they are waiting for us at the other end of our trip. That’s what the trip is all about; gathering our own little protective group together so we can take care of each other, watch out for each other. We all need you to be a part of this. I need you to be a part of this with us. Jennifer needs you to be a part of this. We need you and we worry for you.”

Jonas’ voice changed a little as he spoke again, a little more upbeat and less somber. “Now, eat another couple cookies and drink the Gatorade, then we look at what we do next.”
 
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Hey all,

Last night I started to watch a silly little movie called Scorched (2003).
One of the characters was played by Rachael Leigh Cook. With her smaller size and pixie haircut, I suddenly thought "Hey, that's Petra!"

I think I'm spending too much time on TB2K.

What do you think?
 

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ComCamGuy

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accountant said:
Hey all,

Last night I started to watch a silly little movie called Scorched (2003).
One of the characters was played by Rachael Leigh Cook. With her smaller size and pixie haircut, I suddenly thought "Hey, that's Petra!"

I think I'm spending too much time on TB2K.

What do you think?
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might work, have to do some poking and prodding on the net
 
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Petra found the cookies in Jonas’ bag while Jonas folded up the mylar casualty blanket. Petra had sat up to get the cookies and realized Jonas wasn’t kidding. She was still fully dressed, jacket and all, from the waist up. Her face still felt bright red and she avoided looking over at Jonas as she started in on one of the cookies.

“These are really good!” Petra figured it was a safe topic, but she still didn’t look over at Jonas.

“Yeah, they are a lot tastier than energy bars. Sofia made them yesterday. She said they were full of nutrition like anti-oxidants, oats and such.”

Petra could feel his eyes on her. She didn’t know what he was looking at her for. She felt like a bug on a plate.

“What?”

“Nothing, I’m just…I was worried about you.”

“…I’d have been OK; you shouldn’t have worried…” Petra tried to sound convincing, but it wasn’t.

“Yes, I should. If I hadn’t been here, you would have died.”

The words hung in the air. The thought, the realization he might be right, it shook her, bad. She saw her hand was shaking as she tried to take another bite from her cookie. Jenson saw it too. She saw his hands grasp hers as he spoke.

“You’re going to be OK, but you need to eat right now. It’s OK to have people worry about you, care for you. That’s what real friends are supposed to do. Everything is getting smaller, more focused. We only have our group to count on. You, me, Silas, Amber, Ivar and Sofia, we need to look out for each other. The other people we could count on, they are waiting for us at the other end of our trip. That’s what the trip is all about; gathering our own little protective group together so we can take care of each other, watch out for each other. We all need you to be a part of this. I need you to be a part of this with us. Jennifer needs you to be a part of this. We need you and we worry for you.”

Jonas’ voice changed a little as he spoke again, a little more upbeat and less somber. “Now, eat another couple cookies and drink the Gatorade, then we look at what we do next.”

Six cookies and half a Gatorade later, Petra was starting to perk up, at least physically. She handed Jonas the bag back with the last two cookies in it still.

“It’d be rude to eat all your cookies.”

“Sorry I didn’t have some chocolate milk to go with them.” He said as he pulled the last two out for himself.

“You had to say that! Now I want some!”

“I still have almost a full bucket of the MRE Chocolate and Vanilla Milkshake packets back at the house. I had a couple of the other Instructors snaring them for me when we had people in the field teaching. Every day, rummaging through the MRE leftovers boxes, pulling out the parts people are throwing away. I got two or three gallon-sized Zip-Locs full of the little gum packets. Most of the dumbasses didn’t know or pay attention to how much caffeine is in each piece.” He reached into his bag and pulled out one of the packs of gum for Petra.

“That brings us to the next step. What do we do now? We got some food in you, your energy levels are coming up, so I think the next thing we should do is figure out a few little details so we can get on the road to the house instead of sitting alongside the road.”

“Like what?”

“Like do you have a change of clothes in your day pack, or are you going to make do with the shemagh skirt? Did you feel up to driving the truck or did you want me to drive it and you follow with the R32? Those are the biggest ones right now.”

Petra thought about his questions. She suddenly thought about the fact she was half-naked, and he was the one who made her that way, something that slipped her mind for a moment. She hoped she didn’t turn bright red again.

“Where are my pants?” She tried to ask in a casual way, but it still came out broken and embarrassed.

“The stuff I took off you is on the floormat in the footwell of the front passenger seat. With as cold as it is, I don’t think they dried out.”

Petra tried to remember what was in her day pack. First things first. She had underwear, or at least her emergency panties in a baggie with some tampons and a couple baby wipes. No spare pants though. Shemagh skirt it is. It’s only maybe a couple hours drive to the house. She can pull all the stuff out of the pockets of the pants. The stuff can go in the front of her day pack in case she needed it. The belt can go around her waist to keep her improvised skirt in place.

“I think I can drive the truck and have you follow me.”

“Sounds like a good plan. I’ll hop out to give you some privacy to get situated.”

Jonas started wiggling around to go out the door of the truck. He was stopped by her small hand on his shoulder.

“Thank you, for everything.” She couldn’t say any more. She just gave him a powerful hug. When she released him, he just smiled at her, nodding as he spoke.

“Not a problem. For you, anytime. You get situated, I’ll go get situated and when you’re ready, head out. I’m right behind you. I want to get to the house by lunch. I’m hungry. Somebody ate all my cookies.” He grinned again as he left the cab of the truck.
 
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On the Road to the House in the R32


Jonas watched the truck in front of him. He was looking for anything. Anything out of place. Anything strange with the way it moved in the lanes. Anything odd about acceleration, braking or it’s overall speed. Any of these could be clues something was wrong. Wrong with the truck, or worse, wrong with Petra.

Alone with his thoughts in the little R32, he was replaying everything from last night and this morning. His actions last night at the dealers didn’t bother him he found. The one asshole had to die.

He wasn’t leaving a potential violent enemy in his wake still capable ever again if he could help it. He had made that mistake once and it cost him his wife and almost his daughter. The ones he knifed in the parking lot trying to escape the apartment that day weren’t the ones who shot them. It was friends of theirs.

The two guys last night. When they were in the truck and didn’t think he could hear, they were talking. He knew he heard each of them say something about police, or at least he thought he did. Doesn’t matter. He couldn’t risk them coming back at them later. He hedged his bet. The salesman was openly friendly and helpful. He made sure to put him at ease beforehand. He never saw it coming. One minute he was in the driver’s seat, the next, he was at God’s doorstep. No panic, no worry, just poof and done.

The other guy? That was a different story. He earned his ugly death. After what he did to Petra, he deserved more, but …

Petra. Why the hell would anyone want to hurt such a giving and full of life person as her. It’d be like someone wanting to hurt Sofia. It just didn’t make sense in his head. The math just didn’t add up.

He hoped it was just the sugar issue with Petra. He would have to talk to her and recommend she talk to Amber about it. It might help defuse some other stuff from the attack as well.

That reminded him. He needed to figure out how much to tell Silas. He had to at least tell him some about the attack to let him know the location and assets there were ‘burned’ and they couldn’t go there for anything else. He didn’t know if he would tell him about everything that happened. Some of it might be better left unsaid.

Petra. Damn. That girl looks like she should be in high school or out surfing on the beach. Except they didn’t make them that cute when he was in high school. Egads! Whoever ends up lucky enough to have her as a girlfriend…All he knew was they better treat her right. He never wanted to see that look of fear on her or have her battered and broken like that again.

He forced his mind onto other things, like remembering to repack his sleeping bag and putting more snacks into his bag. If he wasn’t treating this like downrange before, he would be now. He had a tribe to help protect.
 
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Sportsman said:
Wake up Jonas and recognize your feelings. I think a couple will fare much better than two individuals in the coming weeks, assuming CCG doesn’t pull a mean one on us and kill off the pixie.

Thank you. Two-chapter days would be really nice!
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Jonas probably isn't thinking romantically about Petra. More the like/appreciate type of thing. There is 10-ish or more years difference in their ages if you were to cut them in half and count the rings, more if you go off of life experience.

Not saying can't/won't, just laying out mindset observations from the bleachers
 
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