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Just the wrap-up, guys. Nothing too important here.
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Terms of Survival
Epilogue


Bobbie had left a window open and the sounds of the jungle 
drifted through to fill the room with the chirping of insects, the 
cries of the chimps and, in the distance, the call of a jungle act. 
Despite the cover of darkness, it seemed as if the entire jungle 
was wide awake and active.

Duke l'Orange stared out at the ceiling, exhausted, yet unable 
to sleep. The small room he lay in was off the back of the clinic 
where Bobbie worked, and it was stifling with heat and 
humidity, the only relief the slight breeze coming through the 
window. Duke longed to get up and turn on the fan he saw 
across the room, unfortunately, as the current condition of his 
leg precluded any sort of activity that even resembled walking, 
he'd have to lie there and suffer. He supposed he could call out 
and get someone else to turn it on, but he really didn't want to 
wake anyone up. Well, he *did,* but he wasn't going to. 
Doctor Carter had done enough for them in the last couple of 
days, she deserved a little rest.

Duke shifted as much as he could without moving his leg or his 
arm - in other words, not much, trying to find a cool bit of 
sheets. There was none and he admitted defeat. 'I never 
thought I'd miss Anaheim's weather,' Duke thought wearily. At 
the moment, even the usually overpowering heat of Anaheim 
seemed like a pleasant alternative.

A sound come from the next bed and Duke turned to glance at 
the other patient. He waited for a moment, listening carefully, 
but there was no further sound.

Nosedive had been out of it almost for the entire time since 
they left Isla Nublar. He'd awoken only once since - on the 
Aerowing as they were heading toward Bahia Anasco. Duke 
himself had regained consciousness shortly after take-off and 
he had kept silent vigil with Wildwing as the team captain had 
carefully cradled his brother, sheltering him from the movement 
of the Aerowing, saying nothing and helping Tanya try to stem 
the bleeding. At the time, the possibility that Dive wouldn't 
make it had seemed so real, and Wildwing's eyes had belied 
Tanya's reassurances that the boy would be all right. For a time 
it had been far, far too close.

Then, only a few minutes from the clinic, Dive had woken. 
With a shuddering gasp and a pained cry his eyes had flown 
open. He had been obviously panicked - Duke knew from 
experience. His own return to consciousness had been similar - 
and for an instant he hadn't been registering his surroundings. 
Then Wildwing's soft words and murmured reassurance had 
breached the veil of pain and fear and Dive had relaxed, 
slumping into Wing's hold. He had remained awake as they 
landed, and as Dr. Carter and Dr. Huggarman rushed to meet 
them, but being lifted to the gurney the doctors had waiting 
had been too much, and he'd blacked out again. He hadn't 
awoken since. It had been almost two days.

The others had left, to return to Isla Nublar and help with the 
clean-up. Wildwing had left only when Duke assured him that 
Dive would never leave his sight, and that one of the doctors 
would remain with them at all times. In the end, only the 
knowledge that his brother was out of danger, and that the 
people back on Isla Nublar desperately needed all the help they 
could get had allowed Wildwing to leave at all. Still, Duke 
knew that the other Ducks would be leaving as soon as their 
consciences would allow. When he came back he'd have plenty 
of time to fuss and worry - and Dive would probably welcome 
every second of it.

But for now...

For now it was all but over. The phones on Isla Nublar were 
working again and Tanya kept Duke up to date on their 
progress. She was leaving a lot out - Duke was a master at 
discerning when people weren't telling him the truth, and Tanya 
had always been a horrible liar. But they were all in one piece, 
and they'd be back by morning. Tanya had mentioned the Costa 
Rican army right before she told him that they'd be leaving the 
island immediately. Duke got the impression the government 
hadn't been fully apprised of what was going on down at the 
island, and weren't too happy with what they'd found out.

Duke dropped his head back against the pillow. He was tired, 
and even the heat wouldn't keep him awake for much longer.

Right now everything was okay, everyone was safe. They'd be 
in over their heads again soon enough. He'd better get his rest 
and relaxation while he could.

End