Chapter 52: The death of a member

With the bottle of water Dirk left with her she let him sip small sips, but she noticed he was becoming aggressive, wanting more water when she removed the bottle. The fever wasn’t helping and the heat, even less. She kept his hands on his lap while he stared at her with bloodshot eyes, whispering:

“I am sorry for all the hassle. Thanks for helping me.”

“You just need to get better, Will. The men need you.” she replied softly.

He chuckled and spit dribbled down his lips. “We both know I will not see another day. I must get out now, hey.” he chuckled and started to cough.

“Take it easy Will,” she cautioned him. “Help is on the way.”

“You are sweet, dear. Be good to Dirk. Promise.”

He squeezed her hand softly. It was the second man that told her to be good to Dirk, and for a moment she felt guilty, but then it passed, smiling she said, “Of course. I like him.”