The Cabin

[Britwitch]

<<Closed for me and Schmoe>>

Emily cried out. The pain in her shoulder was more than anything she had ever experienced.
Flicking some of her soaking wet hair out of her eyes she glanced through the trees ahead. Thunder rumbled ominously around her and every now and then lightning arced through the sky above to paint the scenery in cold, bluish light.
She was lost.

The day had started nicely enough. She had awoken, amongst her friends, in their modest camp in the middle of the woods. They were only a day into their 3 week long hike and spirits were high. Emily was a happy young woman, in her early 20's, single and free. Although with her curvy figure, ample chest and bright personality, to go with her bright blue eyes and wavy long dark tresses, it wasn't as if she was short of offers for companions.

The friend's had eaten, packed up camp and set off through the trees. Laughing and chatting, swatting at mosquitoes they had walked quite a way before...someone had realised that they'd left the map back at the campsite.
Emily, being the fastest of the group, volunteered to go back for it. Dumping her heavy back pack at the feet of her friends and telling them to wait there, she'd jogged off back down the 'track' that they had been following. Eventually she'd returned to their campsite and after much searching, couldn't find any sign of the map. Unaware her friends had been calling after her not long after she'd set off, one of them had found the map shoved in the bottom of their backpack.

With a sigh, she'd set off back towards them...but the track she was following didn't seem to be going anywhere in particular...she couldn't find her friends...anywhere...

The heat of the day had grown almost unbearable by the afternoon, meaning all she could do was sit next to a tree and wait for it to cool down. With no food, and more importantly, no water. She knew she'd only do herself more damage by trying to keep going in the heat.
Then as it had started to cool down, and grow darker, the storm had started. Panicking a little, she'd tried jogging through the undergrowth and had slipped on a hidden stone and landed awkwardly on her left shoulder, a rock slicing painfully through the thin t-shirt and to her skin below.
The t-shirt and shorts that had seemed too hot during the day, were now soaking wet and clung to her like a freezing second skin.
Shivering, she stumbled onwards, cradling her injured arm as she went.

About to give in, Emily found herself focusing on something glittering through the trees ahead.
It looked like a light.
It looked like a cabin....

With hope re-ignited in her heart, Emily stumbled forwards towards the light.
As she drew nearer to the light she could see it was indeed a cabin. Still shivering as the rain continued to lash down upon her she stumbled forwards, each step jarring her shoulder. The worry that perhaps the cabin would be empty and that merely a light had been left on plagued her imagination, as she could see no real sign of life there other than the light.

Relief flooded her as thought she saw someone moving inside through one of the windows. She carried on, her vision starting to swim a little from hunger and the pain...there was someone there...someone who might be able to help her...
"Please...please help me..." She managed to murmur as she reached the cabin and knocking as desperately as she could upon the door before swaying slightly. Then, with a soft sigh, her body seemed to give up and she began to faint.

 

[schmoe_128]

John
Age:40
H:6'1
W:210
App:Short crew cut dark brown hair. Muscular outdoorsman type with rugged features.

John had worked hard for the last 15 years after college to be able to afford his little hide away in the woods. He had just bought it with the intension of using it to relaxe from his stressful job as an account auditor for a large international banking firm. No TV, basic electricity, basic water that had to be pumped from the ell the cabin sat on top of. Just a bedroom, kitchen and living area that doubled as the dining area. It definitely was not a winter retreat as the only bathroom was the small outhouse 50 feet from the back door.

IC:
John was just sitting down infront of the fire with a drink and a book. "Nothing beats the sound of silence" he said to himself, thinking of his high stress job. He thoguht he heard a light knock on his door. "Way out here?" he thought as he looked out the window and saw a girl laying on his porch. "What the hell?" he said as he quickly opened the door. He saw a young girl soaked to the bone with what looked like blood on her shoulder, passed out. He couldn't help but notice her figure as he quickly stepped out and picked her up, thankful the porch had a roof on it, and carried her into the house.

"You're soaked..." he whispered "I'm sorry, but we need to get you out of the wet clothes and look at that shoulder." he whispered to her as he quickly pulled her shirt off to look at the cut on her shoulder barely thinking about the fact that there was a half naked beautiful young girl in his cabin. "You might need some stitches, but we'll see if we can bandage it first." he said as he went to his first aid kit and got the bandages out. He cleaned it and bandaged it the best he could.

He went to the bedroom and grabbed a flannel shirt and some socks and gently slipped the shirt on her before carefully removing her wet socks shoes and shorts and slipping the socks on her feet. "Now we'll get you nice and warm" he said as he wrapped her in a warm blanket and laid her down on the big old couch before laying her clothes out in front of the fire to dry.

 

[Britwitch]

Emily was vaguely aware of being carried, trying to speak but failing, as she felt hands examining her body. She was drifting in and out of consciousness, trembling to the core from the cold.
"Please....h-help me..." She managed to plead softly before slipping into a deep sleep.

Emily stretched, wincing and groaning as her shoulder protested the movement. Her eyes flickering open and then narrowing against the light. She wasn't entirely sure where she was, or what had happened to her, but she was now warm and dry...and comfortable, even with the dull aching, throbbing sensation in her shoulder. Her eyes roamed slowly around the room before her, taking in the merrily dancing fire, the simple but comfortable surroundings and then a face, watching her with obvious interest. She smiled shyly, her voice husky with sleep as she said,
"Hi....who...who are you...?"

 

[schmoe_128]

Emily stretched, wincing and groaning as her shoulder protested the movement. Her eyes flickering open and then narrowing against the light. She wasn't entirely sure where she was, or what had happened to her, but she was now warm and dry...and comfortable, even with the dull aching, throbbing sensation in her shoulder. Her eyes roamed slowly around the room before her, taking in the merrily dancing fire, the simple but comfortable surroundings and then a face, watching her with obvious interest. She smiled shyly, her voice husky with sleep as she said,
"Hi....who...who are you...?"

John noticed the girl start to wake up. "My name's John." he said in reply to her. "You ended up passed out on my porch in the storm, so I brought you in. How you feeling?" he asked politely. "Looks like you took a tumble, yo've got a nasty cut on your shoulder. I bandaged it for you, but you might need stitches in it." he said as he stood from his chair. "Let me get you some water." he said and headed to the small kitchen.

He walked back to the sofa and handed her the glass and sat back down in his chair. "How you feelin'?" he asked tenderly.

 

[schmoe_128]

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