Turns out it wasn't a factor. Colt had no sooner made a fire and set up some comfortable looking beds out of branches and foliage from some nearby bushes that he relaxed back against a boulder and bit out a big chunk of one of the fruits that I had picked.
I glanced at the two beds mildly shocked. It wasn't what I had been expecting of him to do. It almost made me feel sorry for what I had done.
Nervously I sat down opposite of him and fingered one of the fruits in my hand. The burden to speak was too great and I found myself biting my lip until blood ran.
He glanced over at me curiously, "What's the matter with you? Aren't you eating? You have to be hungry. These are quite good." He said, as he tossed the pit of the fruit into the fire.
He'd eaten the whole thing!
Oh God I hoped he didn't die!
Suddenly a facial muscle began to tick sporadically on his face and he put a hand to his stomach unsteadily. I let the fruit that I held fall from my fingers and roll into the fire.
Blinking rapidly he looked up from the fruit that was sizzling in the flames to me and I confessed, "I'm sorry, but I…… don't want to be your woman."
I stood up as emotional consternation played out across his features. His voice was slurred as he made a grab for my ankle, "You little……." He never finished his thought as he passed out and fell forward.
His hand reaching for my ankle fell into the fire and with a gasp I jerked his hand free of the flames. The unpleasant odor of burnt hair stung my nose. Tears slipped free and ran down my face at the realization that in addition to knocking the man out into a hallucinogenic sleep that he may not come out of I'd also caused him bodily injury.
He'd made two beds!
This man had pulled me from a plane and then saved me from pirates!
His hand didn't looked bad other than that it was now hairless unlike the rest of him. I was a wretched excuse of an individual to have treated another person like this!
"For pity sakes Kim he made two beds!" I screamed out in frustration at myself.
I had been scared and I had acted out of fear. Maybe I'd had a right to be afraid, but he'd done nothing to warrant what I had done to him.
I felt for his pulse. It was strong and racing. He was sweating like crazy!