I woke up early to find Jason standing over me. I jumped, "Ahh!!" I screamed in mock horror, "What a horrible wake up call!"
A smile flickered reluctantly across his face. A grey shadow passed over his eyes and he laughed. I shook my head. I must be still dreaming, I thought, or does his laugh sound forced?
"Hey man, what's wrong", I said lightly, "Heard you moaning and groaning at night, thought you were a ghost, scared the life outta me!"
He jerked back at my words as if I wounded him.
"Hey, it was a joke man, lighten up!" I said frowning.
Jason tried to laugh, but the sound was lifeless. I gave him a funny look. He looked away, fidgeting in his pocket. 'Probably that piece of metal,' I thought.
"Stop acting so sour!" I said, "We'll find a way of this damned desert!"
This time a look of pain crossed his face.
"Hey man, are you sure you're alright?" I asked looking into his eyes.
"Yeah man!" he said, the pain flashing away, replaced by harsh look, "What made you think that?"
"Nothing..." I replied, deciding to wait for him to tell me instead of forcing it out of him. I knew he'll tell me what's bothering him eventually. I've known him for a long time.
I walked out of the shelter into the morning sun. I walked to Charlie's shelter and could still see her sleeping soundly. I watched her and smiled, remembering the fun we've had working together. 'Now it s over!' I thought bitterly. Her good hand was resting underneath her bandaged one, and ever so often I would see her wince in her sleep. Jason came behind me. He put an arm on my shoulder and I...