They needed to rest somewhere and gain their strength, then start back up again in the morning.
"No." Roman panted, scooting her up so he wouldn't drop her. He was sweaty and panting, his mouth dry. All the water they had was inside the cooler, which was back where his car was packed. They had nothing to drink. "No breaks. Not until we find a river. That's the only thing that can lead us to town." He looked at his compass. He always had one with him. "There has to be one around here."
"We won't make it that far if we don't rest. You're bleeding a lot and my ankle is broken. If we keep this up, we won't see tomorrow." She explained to him the best she could.
"Zadia." He said, tiredly. "Out of all the things there is to argue about with you, this one isn't one of them. Let's just..." he blinked, his vision somewhat blurry. He was having trouble seeing out of his right eye. "Let's just not argue."
Zadia noticed how he was beginning to stumble. She knew that something was wrong with him. "Let me go." She told him, gently tapping his arm.
"You can't walk."
"I'll make the effort."
Roman shook his head. "We're almost there."
"You keep saying that, but it's getting obvious that we aren't. Jeez, now I'm sounding like a broken record. Can we just fucking stop and rest. I'm getting a bad feeling about this whole thing."
Roman sighed, stopping in his steps to let go of her thighs. Zadia carefully scooted off him, only standing on one leg, while she used his left shoulder for support. "Why don't you ever listen to me?!" Roman asked, frustrated.
Zadia glared at him. "I do fucking listen to you! I listened to you when you said to run and told me to roll down a hill. Now, look at us! In the middle of fucking nowhere, hurt and with no help." She shouted. "We're stranded and with no fucking phone signal!"
"Keep your voice down!" He whispered, harshly.
"Fuck you, Roman! Fuck keeping my voice down! We're gonna die out here. Whether it's by nature or those damn officers, we're gonna die. I'm never getting my life back, I'm going to die as a criminal." She cried, realizations hitting her like a sack of bricks. She sat down on whatever was the closest to her, which happened to be a giant log. "Oh my lord. We're gonna die! The fucking coyotes are gonna eat me alive because I've got my period of all days!"
"Would you fucking stop saying that!" Roman shouted. "No, we're not gonna die and the coyotes aren't gonna eat you. We just..." he sat down next to her to catch his breath. "We just need to keep calm. If we panic, things will go left."
"Things have already gone left."
Roman looked to the sky, the sun slowly disappearing. He felt ringing in his ears, his blurry vision getting worse. "I think I've got a concussion." He told her, and that caused her to look at him worriedly. She wiped the tears from her face. "I'm gonna need you to stop freaking out because I might pass out soon."
"What do you need me to do?" Zadia asked, her tone calm this time.
"I've got a first aid kit in the bag, hand it to me."
Removing the bag from around him, she opened it and rummaged through the things inside until she found the kit. Roman went to take it from her, but she pulled it back. "I've got it." Taking out an alcohol patch, she tore it open and began cleaning the outside of the cut on the side of his forehead. "This is gonna hurt." She informed him, placing it on the actual spot. Roman clenched his teeth, his fist balling up. "I think you're gonna need stitches." She told him as she finished. She placed two bandages over the wound and took out another alcohol patch.
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