Baffin Island: Day 6

Word Count: 39,051

Summary of Events:

Yukon woke up and found that not only were they surrounded in a fog, but he couldn't find Ulloriaq. In spite of all his efforts, Yukon couldn't summon her, and his friends refused to let him go looking for her, which incited him to great rage that caused them to knock him unconscious. When he woke up he mourned Ulloriaq for a bit before finally deciding to continue on with his friends, who waited for him. Even still as they travelled, Yukon kept looking for Ulloriaq and hoping she would find them, but to no avail. They then spied some seal coming in to shore and tried to catch one by roping it, although they roped a male seal, which required all of them to haul on the rope to bring him in . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

"It soon seemed like they were making good progress, considering that they were actually moving. Suddenly the line jerked and Yukon found himself falling backwards, with Josh doing the same ahead of him.

His back slamming into JT sent a vicious pain shooting through his ribcage, and Josh landing on him only added to that pain. If he would've been able to breathe Yukon was sure he would have screamed.

"Get off of me," Yukon swore through his teeth.

It took longer than Yukon appreciated for him to be free to get up, but when he finally got free a vicious pain shot through him as he tried to get up and he collapsed to the ground, tears of pain running down his cheeks.

Hands grabbed at his arm and hauled him up, leading to even more excruciating pain that sent him crumpling down to the ground again. He swore as tears poured out of his eyes, he couldn't hardly see anything between the agonising pain and the tears that it caused.

"His ribs," Ben said.

Josh swore.

Yukon rolled so that he was laying on his back and whimpered.

"Let me have a look," Ben said quietly.

"No," Yukon whimpered.

He felt Ben lift up his shirt anyways, and then there was the prodding, which prompted him to cry out and try writhing away, which only agonised him all the more. He had never experienced such wretched pain in his life.

"Hold still Yukon," Ben said.

As much as he wanted to, for Ben's sake, he couldn't, the pain was too much for him to keep still.

"Josh, come sit on him," Ben said.

Yukon screamed when Josh's weight settled onto his ribcage. His eyes felt like they were popping out of his head with the pain, and yet he couldn't see a thing. He shrieked and flailed.

"Get off," Ben said loudly.

The pain subsided some, but not enough. Yukon took a deep breath and sobbed. He didn't know why it seemed everything unbearable had to happen to him, first his dog disappeared, and now he was pretty sure his ribcage had been shattered into a billion pieces that were stabbing everywhere.

"Can I at least get someone to sit on his legs?" Ben asked. "And somebody else to hold his arms?"

Yukon cried out when his arms were pulled upward, but they weren't held tightly or anything, besides, that pain became insignificant when Ben started applying the salve.

The pressure on his ribcage blinded him with pain. He screamed and fought against the holds on his legs and arms viciously. He had never thought that pain this excruciating could be lived through, and he wished that it wasn't dearly. He wanted nothing more than to die at this moment."