The Island by Sarah Goodwin

Author:Sarah Goodwin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollinsPublishers
Published: 2024-07-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Several people came running after I screamed for help. None of them were Nick. There wasn’t even a guy who looked like him. He’d simply disappeared, where and to do what I had no idea. Which felt a little strange, after all if it wasn’t Nick, up to no good, why wouldn’t he come running, to help? But I couldn’t speculate further, I was too busy trying to help Evie.

A guy in a polo shirt and apron arrived first. He looked like he was from one of the catering vans. Hot on his heels came a woman wearing one of the ‘Lethe’ festival t-shirts and another man, deeply tanned and shirtless, a tool belt around his waist. All of them were out of breath and wide eyed as they stumbled into view. My screams must have sounded truly horrifying.

“What’s happened? Jesus! What’s the matter with her?” The woman dropped to her knees and started pulling Evie up into a sitting position. The rubbish around her shifted, a new wave of stink wafting up and making me choke. I took hold of one of Evie’s shoulders and tried to help the woman lift her. Evie felt sticky, like she was covered in dried sweat, or juice from the rubbish bags.

“I found her like this, I don’t know what’s wrong,” I babbled. “I don’t know how to check for a pulse properly, do you…?”

“Has she taken anything?” The woman interrupted, as between us we managed to lift Evie’s torso off the ground, before I lost my grip and she slithered back onto the rubbish bags. One of them split up the side, scattering maggoty noodles and gloopy sauce. My stomach rebelled and I looked away, tried to breathe through my mouth. The two men were frozen in place, watching us and clearly unsure what they could do to help.

“I don’t know,” I panted. “I don’t even really know her – maybe? What do we do?”

“Help me get her up,” the woman snapped at the two men, who were still standing a few feet away, helpless and frozen as I’d been when I first saw Evie lying in the rubbish. “There’s a medical tent through the fence, over that way.”

The catering guy and the man with the tool belt were talking to each other, I assumed in Greek, but they clearly understood what the woman in the t-shirt was telling them to do. They moved together and between them got Evie off the ground. With her held between them by her shoulders and legs they followed after the woman as she hurried through the warren of narrow paths, conferring under her breath on a walkie-talkie. I stumbled after them and, remembering my phone now that the first searing panic was over, I called Ari. It was instinct – I needed someone to tell me what to do, to take charge, and she was it.

“Hey, where are you?” she asked as soon as she picked up, I could hear Carla still talking away in the background.

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