Morgan Rice - Arena Two

“Thank you,” she says.

My heart breaks at the sound of her voice. She is so sweet, so courageous. If I were her age, I doubt I would be half as brave. Any other girl would be screaming and wailing.

I lean down and kiss her forehead and am alarmed to feel how clammy it is. My heart is breaking into a million pieces; I know this cannot end well. I don’t see how it possibly can.

I want to scream at the world, at the injustice of it all. It’s not fair. For such a sweet and beautiful and amazing girl like this to be taken away from us. I’m at a loss for words, and do my best to hold back tears and appear strong for her.

“You’re going to be fine,” I say, summoning the most confident voice I can.

She smiles weakly, as if seeing right through me. It makes me think of something someone once told me: the dying are granted the gift to see through all of our lies.

Bree, sitting on Rose’s other side, reaches over and strokes back her hair. Bree looks more tormented than Rose; I’ve never seen her so upset, my entire life. It is almost as if she’s the one who has been injured.

Penelope leans on Rose’s chest and licks her face from time to time.

“Will you eat something?” I ask Rose.

“I can try,” she says weakly. “But I’m not very hungry.”

I pull over the sack and pull out a jar of jam and unscrew it. I can smell it from here: it’s cherry. It smells delicious.

“Do you like cherry?” I ask her.

“My favorite,” she answers.

I reach in with my finger, take a small scoop, and place it on her lips. She licks it, closes her eyes and smiles. I reach out with another, but she shakes her head no. “I’ve had enough,” she says.

I hand the jar to Bree, but she shakes her head.

“Please, Bree, you need to eat.”

“Give mine to Rose,” she says, staring down with sadness.

I hold out a fingerful to Penelope, and she devours it without hesitating.

“It’s ready,” comes a voice.

I turn and see Ben has removed the pieces of cooked meat off the fire. He holds out the sticks and I take one and pass it to Bree. I take another, and hold it up for Rose. I lean over, hold up her head, and gently bring the food to her lips.

“Please Rose,” I say. “You need to have something. This will help you get better.”

“I’m not hungry,” she says. “Really.”

“Please. For me.”

I can see she doesn’t want to, but Rose does me a favor and takes a tiny bite from a piece of meat. She chews weakly, looking at me.

“You remind me of my mom,” she says.

My eyes water up and it takes everything in me to hold back my tears.

“I loved her,” Rose says.

“What happened to her?” I ask. I know I shouldn’t. Whatever the answer is, it won’t be good.

“I don’t know,” she answers. “They took me away from her. She tried to save me. But there were too many of them. I never saw her again. Do you think she’s okay?” she asks.

I try my best to smile.

“I think she’s fine,” I lie. “And do you know what else?”

Rose slowly shakes her head.

“I know that if she was here, right now, she would be so proud of you.”

She smiles.

I lower the food to her again, but this time, she shakes her head vehemently. “I can’t,” she says. “It hurts so bad,” she says, squinting her eyes in pain.

I try to think of what else I can do for her. All I can think is to keep her comfortable. Maybe I should give her another sleeping pill.

I hurry over to the fire and grab the glass bottle with the melted snow in it, now water. I bring it back to Rose. “Drink,” I say, as I slip a pill onto her tongue. She does.

I sit beside her and stroke her hair. I see her eyes already closing and feel like in a few minutes she’ll be asleep.

I look over at Bree and see she hasn’t touched her food.

“Bree, eat,” I say. “Please.”

“ You’re not eating,” she says.

She’s right.

“I will if you will,” I say. “We need to. Our not eating won’t help Rose get any better.”

I reach over to the fire, grab my stick of meat, and take a bite. The meat is tough and plain, but I’m not complaining. It may not be that tasty, but as it fills my mouth, I realize how ravenous I am. I take bite after bite, barely able to slow down. I feel the nutrition spread through my body and can’t remember how long it’s been since I had real, fresh cooked meat.

Bree’s hunger gets the best of her, too, and she finally eats. After every few bites she stops and peels off a strip for Penelope, who snatches it from her hand. In the past, Bree would giggle; but now, she remains somber.

Ben sits on the far wall, opposite me, and quietly chews. I see the remaining stick on the fire and look over and see Logan, still sitting guard by the mouth of the cave. I look down and see Rose is asleep beside me, so I get up, grab his stick and walk it over to him.

“Come sit by the fire,” I say. “Staring into the dark isn’t going to do anything. No one’s on this island, and no one’s touching the boat. We can barely see two feet in front of our face. Come on. Your not eating and not sleeping isn’t going to help any of us. We need you strong.”

Reluctantly, he gives in, standing, taking the strip of meat, and following me back to the fire.

I sit beside Rose and Bree, our feet to the fire, as Logan joins us. He sits and eats.

We all settle in and sit there for a long while in silence, the only sound the cracking of the wood and the whipping of the wind outside. For the first time in a while, I feel relaxed, as we each sit there, staring into the flames, each lost in our own world. I can’t help but feel as if we are each just waiting to die, each in our own way.

Rose suddenly grunts and cries out in her sleep. Bree hurries over to her and grabs her hand, as Penelope whines.

“It’s okay, Rose,” Bree reassures, stroking her hair.

I can’t stand to look; I can’t stand to see her suffer.

“If we don’t do something, she’s going to die,” I say quietly to Logan.

He grimaces. “I know,” he says. “But what can we do?”

“I don’t know,” I say, feeling desperate and hopeless.

“That’s because there’s nothing we can do. We’ve covered hundreds of miles, and there is only rubble. You think if we head out there now, at night, in a blizzard, we’re going to find a town in the next few miles, before our fuel runs out? A town that has the medicine she needs?” He slowly shakes his head. “If we go out there now, we’re all just going to get stranded. If I thought we had any chance of finding what she needs, I’d go for it. But you know as well as I do that we don’t. She’s dying. You’re right. But if we go out there, we’ll all die, too.”

I listen to his words, indignant, but at the same time, I’ve been thinking the same thoughts. I know he’s right. He just saying what’s on all of our minds. We’re in an impossible situation. There’s nothing we can do except watch her die. It makes me want to scream.

“Not that I want to sit here,” he says. “We need to keep moving. We need weapons. We need ammo. And food. A lot of food. We need supplies. And fuel. But we have no choice. We need to wait out the storm.”

I look at him.

“You’re so sure we’re going to find this place we’re looking for in Canada?” I ask. “What if it doesn’t exist?”

He frowns down at the fire.

“You find a better alternative to what we’re looking for along the way, you tell me. You find a safe place with plenty of food and supplies, I’ll stop. Hell I might even stay. I haven’t seen it. Have you?”

Slowly, reluctantly, I shake my head.

“Until we do, we keep moving. That’s how I see it. I don’t need to find paradise,” he says. “But I’m not planting myself in a wasteland either.”