When I started to regain consciousness again, one of the first things I noticed was the feeling of something warm in my hand. It felt about the same size as my hand and was also pretty smooth and soft... hmmm... What is this?
As my senses started to surface, I started to hear mumbles of a conversation. As time went on, I started to hear the voices more clearly. They sounded distressed.
"This is all my fault," a womanly voice cried as the voice seemed to sob.
"How is this your fault?" another voice asked with an exasperated sigh.
"I should have volunteered to go with him to Egypt. He is my boyfriend after all."
"How were you supposed to know the plane was going to crash, Nina?" A male voice replied... wait... did he just say Nina?
"I don't know... but I should know."
'Yip, that is definitely Nina,' I thought as my eyes started to flutter. 'But what is she doing in this jungle? How did she get here?... wait a second... am I even in the jungle anymore?' I opened my brown eyes to find a sobbing Nina almost yelling at Jerome who was watching with a somewhat solemn expression.
"Has anyone ever told you, you get really annoying when you are upset?" Jerome commented as he leaned against the door. I glanced quickly around the room and saw that I was in a white-walled room with a wooden floor. I also lay in some sort of white-sheeted bed. Judging by the machinery in the corner of the room, I was in a hospital. So my smoke signal did work. The pilots must have found me.
Amber who was now scowling at Jerome bit back angrily, "Shut up Jerome! You would be annoying too if Mara was the one in Fabian's position!" Jerome huffed at that before staring out the window.
"Is he going to be okay?" Mara asked nervously, staring at her feet. If she had looked at me then, then there wouldn't have been a need to answer that question.
"The doc' said 'He is getting better'" Patricia piped in, stepping over to the side of the bed and leaving Eddie's side. "Well I suppose it is understandable, I guess, that he is in this state. First his plane crashes, then he gets stranded with no supplies and then he gets himself injured. Fabian has not been having a good two weeks. However, if what the doctor said is true and he is recovering, then he should be up soon."
That was my que. "Perceptive, Patricia," I smiled weakly as everyone looked my way with wide eyes. "Hello everyone."
"FABIAN!"
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Well that is how this story ends I am afraid. I survived. Lucky me. However, you are probably wondering what happened in later after this little incident...
After I got dismissed from hospital, I went back to Anubis House where I spent the rest of my school life with a new phobia of air planes. During that time, I wrote this... Twelve Days of Hell. An account of my time in the wilderness which I really hope you like.
I wasn't the only one affected by this little experience though. Nina has also developed a strong hatred for air planes and... well... lets just say our love became stronger after the incident. Just recently I have proposed to Nina and we're engage. In case you are wondering, I am nineteen now.
So... yeah I was very lucky to survive. After all, not everyone can survive Twelve Days of Hell.
Rubbish ending but it is all I could think of.
I hope you liked this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it.