Looking for a Life Raft

He was rough, Deathbelle watched as the man peeked out from the red rock. His color was terrible, his breathing was labored, and his eyes had difficulty focusing. He managed to stand up though, an accomplishment in itself. However, ”If you leave you’ll die.” She told him confidently. If he didn’t get treated soon his life was forfeit. ”Stay with me.” She offered more softly than he deserved, but if he managed to pull through she could get some use from him. ”I’ll fix you up with the promise you’ll pay me back with your labor once you’ve recovered.” Her offer was more than generous. He would be a fool to deny her, and even if he did she wondered how much of a fight he’d put up if she wanted to keep him.