“Your compass seems to be a bit off,” Harriet pointed out as they stood
gazing over the vast ocean of sand.
“A small technicality that is easily fixed,” Neptune said.
“Yes, but one that needs to be fixed very soon, or else we shall both die of thirst,” Harriet pointed out.
“Wait, there is no water here?” Neptune asked.
“Of course not! This is the desert.”
“I knew I was feeling a bit funny,” Neptune gasped, clutching his stomach. “Harriet, we must find water now or I shall die!”
“Don’t be so dramatic!” Harriet scolded. “You can’t possibly- “
But at that moment Neptune fell gasping to the ground.
“Oh my goodness, you really are dying!” Harriet cried, falling to the ground with him. “What do I do?”
“Harriet, this is very important,” Neptune croaked. “Listen carefully: I will need to take water from you in order to survive. If you want to leave this place and not die here with me that is the only way. I do not have enough strength to move us away from here otherwise.” He grasped her arm.
“Listen to me,” he hissed, “it will hurt you very much. I do not want to do this, but I cannot think of another way.”
“Do it,” Harriet said. “I’d rather be in pain than be dead.”
“You are sure?”
“Quite. Now do it!”
There was a horrible aching pain in her arm. It traveled up to her chest, then her legs, and finally her head. Harriet knew she was going to faint. Before she did she caught a glimpse of Neptune rising up and standing as if defying the sun and heat. Then everything was blurry and painful, and Harriet slipped into peaceful darkness.
“A small technicality that is easily fixed,” Neptune said.
“Yes, but one that needs to be fixed very soon, or else we shall both die of thirst,” Harriet pointed out.
“Wait, there is no water here?” Neptune asked.
“Of course not! This is the desert.”
“I knew I was feeling a bit funny,” Neptune gasped, clutching his stomach. “Harriet, we must find water now or I shall die!”
“Don’t be so dramatic!” Harriet scolded. “You can’t possibly- “
But at that moment Neptune fell gasping to the ground.
“Oh my goodness, you really are dying!” Harriet cried, falling to the ground with him. “What do I do?”
“Harriet, this is very important,” Neptune croaked. “Listen carefully: I will need to take water from you in order to survive. If you want to leave this place and not die here with me that is the only way. I do not have enough strength to move us away from here otherwise.” He grasped her arm.
“Listen to me,” he hissed, “it will hurt you very much. I do not want to do this, but I cannot think of another way.”
“Do it,” Harriet said. “I’d rather be in pain than be dead.”
“You are sure?”
“Quite. Now do it!”
There was a horrible aching pain in her arm. It traveled up to her chest, then her legs, and finally her head. Harriet knew she was going to faint. Before she did she caught a glimpse of Neptune rising up and standing as if defying the sun and heat. Then everything was blurry and painful, and Harriet slipped into peaceful darkness.
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