Juan grimaced as he plodded through the dense forest hauling Filipe, whom he"d found left for dead in the tall forest undergrowth. “Come on amigo, we"re getting close, I know it. Soon, we"ll be at the boats and headed out of this s**t hole,” he said, trying to ignore the relentless throbbing ache in his arm.
Filipe groaned. He was getting weaker by the hour. “Okay, we stop for just a minute. Need to check that leg of yours anyway.” He looked around for a place to sit and saw a fallen tree ahead. Another groan. “Yeah, I know, it hurts like a bitch.” He hauled Filipe to the tree. Sitting him down, he peeled back the strip of black Gortex he"d tied around the leg to stem the bleeding. The ugly red-ringed puncture wound was oozing thick gray pus.
Pulling the bandage back over Filipe"s wound,
