Drama In Real LifeReadeRsdigest.co.in 83begun sliding downhill along the wet
jungle floor past thick-trunked banyan
trees to whatever terrors lay below.
“I’m scared,” Eno said. She
sounded farther and farther away.
At last, Lythcott came to rest in a tiny
depression on the hillside where he
could grasp a tree root. There, in his
nook, an eerie calm came over him. If
he was going to die, let it be like this,
in a peaceful place. Let him close his
eyes and allow it to take him over.
No, he scolded himself. Stop think-
ing that way. You have to save your-
self. You have to save Stacey.
But how would anyone find them?
If only he hadn’t lost his phone intorso were smashed up badly, as was
his back. He couldn’t move his legs.
Finally he remembered his compan-
ion. “Stacey!” She didn’t answer. “Sta-
cey, where are you?” His voice came
out surprisingly quiet. He’d learn later
that both his lungs had collapsed.
“I’m right here.”
She was only a few feet away. Lyth-
cott dragged himself towards her
through the darkness until he was
beside her.
“I don’t know what’s going on,” she
said. “Why are we in the woods?”
“We were in an accident. Can you
move?”
“ N o .”
“Stacey, I need you to get up and
walk and get us help.”
“I can’t.”
This jolted Lythcott. No one knew
they were there. They couldn’t walk.
His back was probably broken. He
was bleeding out. I think we might die
here, he thought.
Making matters worse, he had
They couldn’t walk.
He was bleeding out.
I think we might
die here, he thought.