Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 611 - 613

The following morning, Jude set out for the shores with the intention of catching fish for the day's meals. The air was crisp and the sound of waves crashing against the beach filled the morning with a sense of tranquility. However, the serenity was short-lived. As Jude walked along the sandy shore, he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. His vision blurred, and the world seemed to tilt. Before he could react, he collapsed onto the sand, unconscious.

Back at the shelter, Sophie and Lucy were busy with their morning tasks when a strange feeling of unease settled over Sophie. It was as if an invisible thread connected her to Jude, tugging insistently, alerting her to something being wrong. Unable to shake off the feeling, she turned to Lucy. "Lucy, I think something's wrong with Jude. We need to check on him."

Lucy, who was equally attuned to the emotional pulses within their family, nodded. "Let's go. He should be at the shores by now."

They hurried towards the beach, their worry growing with each passing moment. When they finally reached the shore, their hearts dropped at the sight of Jude lying motionless on the sand. Sophie's breath hitched in her throat. She rushed to his side, dropping to her knees beside him, while Lucy knelt down on the other side, her hands trembling.

"Jude! Jude, wake up!" Sophie called, her voice edged with panic. She checked his pulse and felt a weak but steady beat. Relief washed over her, but the concern didn't fade. "Lucy, he's alive but we need to wake him up."

Lucy, her mind racing, tried to think of what they could do. "What can we use? How can we wake him?"

Sophie's eyes darted around frantically, searching for any clue or solution. Then she remembered the knowledge she had acquired during one of their time-traveling episodes. Nyla, a wise healer they had encountered in another timeline, had taught her about various herbs and their medicinal properties. Sophie recalled a specific mixture that could rouse someone from unconsciousness.

"Lucy, help me find some herbs. Nyla taught me about a mixture that can help," Sophie instructed, her tone urgent but steady.

Together, they searched the nearby foliage, Sophie guiding Lucy on what to look for. They found the necessary herbs: a blend of pungent leaves and aromatic roots. Sophie quickly crushed the herbs between two stones, creating a potent mixture. She held the concoction close to Jude's nose, waving it gently under his nostrils.

"Come on, Jude, wake up," Sophie murmured, her voice soft and coaxing.

After a tense few moments, Jude stirred. His eyelids fluttered and he took a sharp inhale, the strong scent of the herbs jolting him back to consciousness. He blinked up at Sophie and Lucy, confusion clouding his eyes.

"Sophie? Lucy? What happened?" he asked, his voice weak.

Sophie's relief was palpable. "You fainted, Jude. We were so worried. Thank goodness you're okay."

Lucy added, "We used the herbs to wake you up. Sophie remembered something Nyla taught her."

Jude's head still felt heavy, but he managed a faint smile. "Thank you. I don't know what came over me."

They helped him sit up, and Sophie handed him some water. He drank slowly, his strength gradually returning. Once he was able to stand, they supported him back to the shelter, where the rest of the wives gathered, their faces etched with concern.

Nefertari, always the observer, noted Jude's pallor. "You should rest, Jude. Whatever happened, we need to ensure it doesn't happen again."

Jude nodded, feeling the weight of their collective worry. "I'll rest. Thank you, everyone."

As Jude lay down to rest, the wives kept a close watch over him. Sophie prepared a herbal tea that Nyla had recommended for strengthening and revitalizing the body. She sat by his side, holding his hand, her thoughts racing.

The knowledge they had acquired from their time travels had proven invaluable once again. Sophie thought back to their encounter with Nyla, a healer from an ancient time who had shared her wisdom generously. The memory of their time with her brought a small smile to Sophie's lips. Despite the trials they faced, they had always found a way through, drawing strength from each other and from the knowledge they gained along their journey.

As the day wore on, Jude's condition stabilized. He remained weak, but the color gradually returned to his cheeks, and he began to regain his strength. The wives took turns sitting with him, each offering their own form of comfort and support. Layla brought him a warm blanket, and Scarlett sang a soothing melody that seemed to ease his mind.

That evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the island, Jude awoke to find his wives gathered around him. They were a picture of solidarity, their faces filled with love and concern. He felt a deep sense of gratitude for each of them, for their unwavering support and the strength they gave him.

"I'm sorry for worrying you all," Jude said, his voice hoarse but heartfelt. "I don't know what happened, but I promise to take it easy."

Sophie squeezed his hand gently. "We're just glad you're okay. We need you, Jude. You're the heart of this family."

Lucy added, "We'll get through this together, like we always do."

The night passed peacefully, with Jude resting under the watchful eyes of his wives. They took turns keeping vigil, ensuring that he was comfortable and safe. As the fire crackled softly, casting a warm glow over their shelter, they shared stories and memories, drawing strength from their bond.

Jude drifted in and out of sleep, his dreams a tapestry of images and emotions. He saw glimpses of the past, of the witch and the guardian, their stories intertwining with his own. He felt a deep connection to the island, to its history and its mysteries. Despite the challenges they faced, he knew they were on the right path.