Where the Forest Meets the Stars(38)

Ursa hardly noticed. She’d seen Jo’s chest a few times when they were changing clothes. But Gabe clearly didn’t know what to do. First he looked at the scars. Then he looked away. Then he looked at her again, but only at her face.
“I wonder if I’d get arrested for indecent exposure if a forest ranger happened by,” Jo said. “Is it indecent when you don’t have anything to expose?”
“Good question,” he said, visibly relieved by the humor.
She liked that she’d let a man see her chest for the first time in the forest pool. No bedroom. No pressure. In the woods she was relaxed, as whole as she ever felt. She stretched her arms into the water and glided across the pool. She turned around, slipped underwater, and came up in the middle of the pool. Ursa shifted from Gabe’s back onto hers, hugging her arms around Jo’s collarbones. “Aren’t you glad you came in?”
“I’m really glad.”
Ursa put her cold, wet lips to Jo’s ear. “Let’s splash Gabe,” she whispered.
“Okay,” Jo whispered back. “One, two, three—” Ursa leaped off her back and fell into a frenzy, shoving water at him. Jo helped, but with much less gusto.
“No fair. Two against one!” he said.
“You’re bigger,” Ursa said.
He sent powerful waves at them with strokes of his arms. Ursa grabbed Jo’s shoulders and wildly paddled her legs.
“I surrender! I surrender!” he said.
“Girls win!” Ursa yelled.
“Of course they do. I never stood a chance.”
“Hey, did you hear that?” Jo said. They kept still and listened to thunder rumbling from the southwest.
“It’s not close yet,” Gabe said.
“But we have a long walk back to the car.” She left the water. She didn’t like how far the distant rumbles carried, and their frequency portended a storm that was ripe with lightning.
“Can I have my sandwich?” Ursa asked.
“Eat it quick while Gabe and I dress,” Jo said.
By the time they’d dressed and Ursa had gulped down her sandwich, the woods had darkened and the thunder was much louder.
“That storm is moving fast,” Gabe said.
“Those are the worst,” Jo said.
They used the rocky creek bed as much as possible to avoid the thick streamside vegetation, but farther upstream, where the creek had more water, they had to walk in the forest. Wind rushed through the treetops, and the temperature dropped at least ten degrees. The sky turned greenish black.
“It’s like nighttime!” Ursa said.
“Hunker down or run?” Gabe asked Jo.
“I never know which to do.”
“Let’s run!” Ursa said. “This is scary!” she shouted as they ran, but Jo sensed her delight in the booming thunder and sudden pelt of rain. The wind and lightning escalated. When branches started cracking, Jo looked for cover but didn’t see any.
“Almost there,” Gabe shouted over the thunder and wind. “Jo!”
Jo stopped and turned around. Gabe was kneeling on the ground over Ursa. Jo ran to them, her chest throbbing at the sight of Ursa sprawled in the vegetation, face slack, eyes closed. “She tripped?”
He rubbed his hand in Ursa’s wet hair and showed Jo the blood.
“That branch hit her.”
The branch was as thick as Jo’s wrist. Jo knelt at Ursa’s side and rubbed her cheek. “Ursa? Ursa, do you hear me?”
She opened her eyes, but they looked unfocused.
“We have to get her to a hospital,” Gabe said. He pushed his arms under her body and lifted her up. Jo ran ahead and unlocked the car.
He laid Ursa across the back seat. “Stay with her. I know where the nearest hospital is.”
“Where?”
“Marion. I’ve been there with my parents.” He took the keys and gave Jo the extra T-shirt from his backpack. “Use this to put pressure on the cut.”
Jo cradled Ursa’s head in her lap and held the shirt to the wound on her scalp while Gabe drove. The windshield wipers slapped wildly as rain, thunder, and lightning assaulted the car. Everything felt like a sensory translation of her panic.
Ursa tried to sit up. “You’re hurt,” Jo said. “Don’t get up.”
“I’m okay. A piece of a tree hit me.” She lifted her head and looked at Gabe. “Why is Gabe driving your car?”
“Because I know where the hospital is,” he said.
“I don’t want to go to the hospital!” Jo couldn’t hold her down. “I want to go home! Don’t go to the hospital!”
“You were unconscious for at least ten seconds,” Gabe said. “You probably have a concussion, and you might need that cut stitched up.”
“I was just playing a joke! I wasn’t really unconscious!”
“You were,” Jo said.
“Everything will be okay,” Gabe said.
“It’s not okay!”
She was right. Nothing would be okay when they arrived at the hospital. How would they explain why Ursa had been with them in the forest? Even worse, she’d been living at Kinney Cottage for almost two weeks. If the university found out, Jo might be in serious trouble.
“Will police come?” Ursa asked, betraying similar thoughts.
“Yes, the police will probably come,” Gabe said.
“They’ll take me away from you!” Ursa said through a gush of tears. “I’m not going!”
Jo tried to hug her, but Ursa pushed her away.
“I’m sorry,” Gabe said, “but we have to do what’s best for you, even if you don’t want it.”