Final Destination: Chapter 2[/i]A/N: Woo hoo! I’m nearly finished with school for this year! Which means...dun dun du duh! More writing time! ;D I’ll be trying my best to update this story every other week now.
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* * *M* * *Jack knelt beside his friend's prone figure. "Mac? Can you hear me, buddy?" Jack had found MacGyver lying on the forest floor, unconscious and, just from the way he looked, very badly injured. Jack felt for broken bones but luckily found nothing. MacGyver's injuries consisted of a long, deep cut on his right forearm, numerous bruises and small cuts, and the one that worried Jack the most; it appeared that Mac had hit his head on a branch or something of the sort when he fell, rendering him unconscious. If there was one thing Jack knew about injuries, head injuries were the worst and the most unstable. MacGyver could have a number of internal injuries or anything really. Jack bit his lower lip, thinking hard.
He was afraid to move the injured man for fear of causing further damage. There were three things he could do.
One: Go for help.
Two: Wait for help to come, which could be days. For all everyone else knew, they were supposed to be on a fishing and camping trip.
Three: Wait for Mac to come to, to tell him what to do.
Jack glanced down at MacGyver.
That could be a while, he thought. He scanned the forest around him for several minutes, then stood and finally made up his mind. Choice number one, it was.
Jack tried his best at making a makeshift shelter for MacGyver. It wasn't much but it would have to do until he returned with help. He rummaged through the remains of the plane and found that their duffel bags containing extra clothing and some camping gear. Jack left the gear in the plane and carried the blankets that he had recovered back to where MacGyver lay unconscious. After removing MacGyver’s parachute harness and covering him with the blankets, Jack stood, admiring his handiwork.
"I'll be back, pal," he said quietly to the still unconscious MacGyver. Jack took off his lucky hat and after looking at it for some time, as though it were an old friend, laid it next to MacGyver. "Keep it safe for me, Mac." And with that, he turned and left, casting worried glances over his shoulder several times until he was out of sight.
* * *M* * *Everything hurt. His head, his arms, legs, every joint and muscle in his body pained him greatly as he slowly came to conscious world around him. Confused brown eyes traveled over his immediate surroundings. What on earth had happened? Why did he hurt so much? Both hands went to his head as a stab of pain washed over him. He rolled over and the pain subsided some but not by much. He took several deep breaths before trying to sit up against the tree and look around. He was alone he knew that much. But it was obvious someone else
had been there. But where was he...or she, now?
When he opened his eyes again it was nearing dusk.
I must’ve passed out, he thought. It was no wonder either. His hand touched the side of his head gingerly. He hissed at the touch to the injury and pulled it away. That was quite a bump.
Wherever he was, he had to find help. There might be someone else out there who needed help. He didn’t know what kind of accident he had been in but from what he could tell, it had been serious.
* * *M* * *“Thank God!” Jack breathed heavily as he neared what appeared to be a main of road. The sun was now sinking lazily into the horizon as it bid the day adieu to make way for the moon. Jack limped along as quickly as he could, ignoring the injury to his ankle that was sending him a constant reminder with every forced, determined stride. He reached the road and shaded his eyes as he scanned both left and right of the road.
There were no vehicles or people in sight.
Guess I’ll have to wait here and- Wait! What was that? He took another step closer to the road and squinted his brown eyes, trying to distinguish the growing shape to the left as it grew ever brighter. “Please let it be…,” Jack pleaded his thoughts aloud.
He would have jumped for joy had he not been hampered by his injured foot. Coming down the road, as large as life now, was a semi-trailer; its headlights brightening the darkened roadside. Jack limped onto the road and waved his arms, signaling for the driver to stop.
Jim Holbrook watched the speedometer’s arrow slowly drop as he applied pressure to the brakes. It wasn’t often he saw anyone on this road. Much less, get flagged down. Though it was against company policy to pick up any passengers, Jim was not a man to leave someone stranded who was obviously in need of help.
Aw, hang the rules! He stopped the vehicle and rolled down a window. “You need a lift?” he asked, studying the other man.
“Please, please, you’ve gotta help me! My friend’s back there; I think he’s hurt bad.” Jack limped closer to the truck.
Jim got out and made his way to the other side. “Here, let me help you inside.” He opened the passenger side door and started to assist the injured man.
“No! MacGyver’s lyin’ back there!” Jack explained, his voice beginning to rise. “We were in a plane crash. I don’t know who bad his injuries are but he was unconscious when I left him.”
Jim paused a moment in his attempt to help the man in the cab of the truck. “How far back was he?”
Jack shook his head. “I don’t know. It was a pretty good distance.”
“First, we’ll get you to a hospital then phone the authorities.” Jim put a reassuring hand on the stranger’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. We’ll find your friend.”
* * *M* * *A/N: I know the amnesia plot bit has probably been used to death but it’s just so dang fun to write! XD (And there may be a twist to this one. >:D) I hope you’re enjoying the story thus far and I really appreciate all your reviews! <3
I almost decided to scrap this chapter and start over, but I had to post SOMETHING. XD 
Keep up the good work Yope!
And I came up with a few more different directions in which I might take it, and I can't decide! XD 
I'll try to stick at it and see if I might come up with something. 
