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RE The man you love the man he hates SexyChickRelix Sleep. If it were only that easy. Turning his head back to look at the girl who curled up in the sand next to her husband, Hey, Marcus spoke lightly before pulling the long sleeve shirt off from his body, Use this as a pillow, The male continued, balling up his long sleeved shirt before throwing it at her. Tough to get out sand in an ocean. He was hoping that he could find a waterfall with a small pool of water somewhere on the island. Normally, every island had on. Wouldn't be as salty as the ocean, better to wash up. They'd need to take Richard there, get his leg removed of the blood but not let his wound hit water. Marcus wasn't going to say that they were welcomed for him staying with them, he's been in situations like these. Its not a walk in the park, chances of them being found were slim to none. He would just need to help them adapt.. live with the wild, use what you have around you to keep strong, stay mentally tough. Someone was going to break mentally, Marcus' bet was on Jennifer. Bad thing to place any type of bet on, but, given her position between them three. She'd be scrutinized off every little thing she does with Marcus, whether it be him showing her how to start a fire. Showing her how to tell what is edible, what isn't. Richard will be down her throat about everything, high rising suspicions. Constant bickering, pointing fingers. Name calling. That would be the only thing the male could do, he was practically paralyzed. Morning arrived upon the three stranded beings quickly, the tree tops blocking out most of the sun. Who knew what time it was.. Marcus long forgot how to tell by looking at the sun, always had some sort of device when he was in the military giving him the time. This would be one of those 'Wing and a pray' situations with time, he's either wrong.. or he's right. Doubtful that it'd be the later. Groaning heavily, Richard attempted to shift... only to clutch his leg and wince in pain. Audible curses causing Marcus to stir from his sleep. Richard's eyes held tightly shut, right arm folded over his eyes to prevent anyone from seeing the tears welling in his eyes. His left hand resting at his stomach. Marcus shifted after rubbing his eyes, letting out silent yawns. Pushing himself up, the male moved over to Richard, The pain won't go away if you continue to move, sir, Marcus spoke to the male on his back, opening the first aid kid. I know that you buffoon! Richard hissed back angrily, already with his attitude. His bitterness would be something that would take a toll on Marcus' tolerance. For the most part, he'd be doing it to make sure Jennifer got eased up on. If he took the brunt force of Richard's hatred, Jennifer would most likely be spared in suspicions. You did this to me, you bastard! Richard continued to shout, surely waking Jennifer already with his screaming and anger. A light sigh passed through Marcus' lips, You need to cal- - I will not calm down! You caused my fucking yacht to crash! Killing my friends! Destroying my yacht and getting my leg shredded up! Richard groaned, grunted... he was pissed. Don't tell me to calm the fuck down.. we're in the middle of fucking no where and you are so god-damn calm! Was this your plan, Marcus?! Get me out here, kill me off so you can sleep with my wife!? There is it.. suspicions. No, sir, I didn't see the jagged rock until we were right up on it. By that time, it was too late. Marcus' eyes focused on peeling away the gauss pad that he placed on Richard's leg, the blood tying it to the skin of his leg. Richard only groaning in pain as he pulled the pad away slowly.