Snippet #11868

Ben let out a loud moan.
Oh God...let the pain stop...
It was a few minutes before he finally surfaced back into the world. His grip on his chest slackened and he tried to gather the energy to open his eyes.
He was in a bed. A wet rag was thrown open his forehead. It was...comfortable....
His icy blue eyes finally opened and he took in the scene. Everyone was crowded around his bed, with concerned and horror-stricken faces. "Guys..." he muttered weakly.
Damn, Ben cursed silently. He hated if people made a fuss over him. He didn't like being the center of attention.
But he was thankful for it...
Then Sammy came bounding into the room and jumped on his lap. Ben made a sort of "oof!" sound and sat up in bed, laughing. The color came back to his face as he turned to look at everyone around him. Yes, they were all scared because of Albert.
His smile melted away.
He looked down at his shirt, still soaked with Albert's blood from when he fainted right next to him. It wasn't Ben's own blood though...And no bloody knife was near...
Albert...
It hurt.
He swallowed. "How in the world did two people die on this stupid boat? Albert...Albert!" Ben wanted to hit himself. Albert was still out there...
Ben ran a finger through his hair. His head hurt like crazy but he didn't care. "We have to move the body! We can't leave him like that!"