He dragged more food containers inside to put them against the side walls to hold them against the wind. He pushed himself hard. He wanted everything ...close at hand if he weakened and couldn't crawl out of the tent again.Mike silently thanked whoever so competently packed the med kit. It went far beyond being a simple first aid kit; it contained meds that required a physician's prescription.He changed his wound dressings again, but he was running low on sterilized pads. He considered whether to. "Oh my god," I whispered to myself as I broke into a run towards the object. Greg seemed to have gotten half way out of his truck, but he was impeded when he saw his hair in the side mirror, still sticking up at random angles, which he immediately started to attempt to repair with all the life-saving hair products he stored in the first aid kit. "Are you alright?! Can you speak?" I said with urgency as I finally got to the body. Yea, it was a body all right, but it didn’t move at all,. The man stolen from her by that redheaded bitch. At first she wanted to kill her with her bare hands. Now her revenge would be take Josh back from her, arrange a quick wedding, and blot any remembrance of Camille from his mind. It sounded easier than done, but she had the determination of a bulldog.She finished all her chores in one day, took a hot leisurely bath with candles and wine to relax. Then she turned in early for a fitful sleep which she had. The next day she made herself scrambled. It was neat, tidy and modern just like all the previous apartments he had as a bachelor. Although his apartment was beautiful with a view in the living room, an open concept kitchen and brand new furniture, my room was yet to be established. His computer still inhabited the desolate looking space."Sorry I don't have your room ready. I've got to pick your bed up in a couple days. Until then you can crash in my room and I'll just sleeping on the couch. It's my fault anyway,"he explained this as.