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A Touch Too Real	By : OverlookedFile Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Dual Survival Views: 946 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the show "Dual Survival". I do not know Dave Canterbury or Cody Lundin. In no way is this any reflection on the real people or the show. I'm making no money off of this.

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The cabin had warmed up nicely by the time color returned to Eric's extremities and Cody was afforded a moment to sit, choosing the leather and wood rocking chair in the main room. He had nothing to do but wait. With dry clothes, the legs of the sweatpants having been pulled up to knee height, and warm shelter, food was a secondary concern that abruptly reminded him of its importance and he began to hunt through the cabinets. With no electricity to be had, much of the food he found was of the canned or boxed variety that required no special temperature control. A can of ravioli caught his eye, one of several, and he opened it, shrugging. A few minutes of time at the stove top had a warm meal ready.
The majority of the day came and went without incident. All his needs were readily at hand and, for once, Cody found himself at odds. He had all that he needed and could pack more than enough supplies. Eric's condition had improved even though he still wasn't conscious. Should the survivalist continue to wait, or leave and help search for his companions? Surely Bastion was doing all he was capable of, but would he be able to find Dave, too? What if Dave decided to hike out on his own, took the situation as a challenge or thought to get out for help before searching for everyone else? The minimalist didn't think his new friend would be able to think like the ex-army veteran, to follow the signs of his passing or know to look for just that certain glimpse that Cody knew would attract his partner's focus and guide his steps. He respected Dave's skills, had benefited from them more times than he could recall, but a part of him feared that without the two of them being together, perhaps it wouldn't be enough. Maybe, just maybe, the woodsman was at a disadvantage without his hippie friend? In a twisted way, it made Cody feel good to think that Dave needed him. At the same time, however, he worried if it was true and what that would mean for Dave's chances of survival.
“Get a grip,” Cody muttered to himself, staring out one of the window towards the river. “It's the Appalachians. He's at home here. He'll be fine.” He sighed and murmured, “He better be, anyway.”
He'd checked on Eric, who was still resting, more than a dozen times when the door handle turned and Bastion stumbled through. With him, one arm draped over Bastion's shoulders as he dragged one foot behind him, was the cameraman. Cody was quick to vacate the rocking chair for him and bring first aid supplies.
“Femur's broken, I think,” the cameraman explained, breath hitching as his pant-leg was cut away and his wounds tended to. All around the heavily swollen shin were scrapes, cuts, and bruises.
“You didn't find Dave?” Cody asked as he treated the injuries.
“No, I think the other guy just might be on the other side of the river. Michael says he saw him get swept that way.” Bastion found his way to his cupboards and began pulling down the ingredients for a strong soup. “I'll go back out in the morning, early. It wouldn't do any good to be out there now. Your friend's probably bedded down somewhere.”
“How's Eric?” Michael inquired.
“He still hasn't woken up, yet, but his body's returned to a normal temperature and it doesn't seem anything should need amputating,” Cody explained.
“Here.” Bastion handed them a pair of splints for Micheal's leg and some wrapping material. “I'll have dinner ready soon.”
Michael had swallowed a few pain pills and felt well enough to hobble into the other room to check on his crew mate by the time dinner was served and the cameraman spooned some of the broth into the other man's mouth, eliciting a weak but noticeable swallow response. Satisfied that everything was well in hand, Cody and Bastion took dinner at the main table.
“Michael told me ya'll are shooting a survival show?” Bastion commented questioningly.
“Well, we were,” Cody admitted. “It's called Dual Survival, on the Discovery Channel. Dave and I are supposed to be the experts, showing people that there are multiple ways to survive a dangerous situation. I believe in the aboriginal ways, and Dave's style is more aggressive, pushing through the land instead of working with it like I try to do.”
“Oh, okay.” Bastion nodded, things clicking together in his mind. “Yeah, I've heard of it. My sister watches it. I'm afraid I don't watch much television anymore. I used to, but about the only time I'm in the,” Bastion made quotation marks with his fingers, “civilized world' anymore is when I'm turning in my progress reports for the dogs.”
“Where is your dog?” Cody asked, noting for the first time that he hadn't seen the dog come in with its master.
“Mick stays outside. I hardly ever let any of the dogs indoors.”
“You keep saying dogs. Do you have more than one?”
“Oh, not anymore. I just don't always actively recognize that some of them have passed away or changed owners. Once I've spent the time with them, taken them through the training and just generally experienced so many things with each of them, the heart doesn't really let go of them. They're mine, no matter where the go or what happens to them.” Bastion laughed. “It's silly, I know, but it is what it is. My dogs and I have been through a lot together over the years: flooding, storms, hail, winds, near starvation, injury, hell even death. I don't think you can go through all that with someone, even a four-legged someone, and not be brought closer together.” He looked out the window with a nostalgic smile on his face. “Sometimes, I wonder if I don't belong to them more than they belong to me.”
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Yeah, this and the next one are fairly short, but they at least progress the story a bit. Please review.
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