Chapter 810

Despite his tough demeanor, Ryan couldn't stop the tears from welling up in his eyes. He wondered what had come over him. Dread coiled around Ryan's heart. The pain was unlike anything he'd ever known. He stole a glance at his left hand, and a gasp escaped his lips as his eyes widened in horror. A sickening twist contorted his left hand and forearm at an impossible angle. "Shit! I broke my arm!" he rasped, the words a confirmation of the horrifying truth. No wonder the pain was a firestorm in his body. The women were counting on him for their survival, but with his left arm broken, he couldn't see how he could be of any help. Stuck on a deserted island, a million miles from a doctor, Ryan faced a grim reality—his broken hand would have to heal on its own. "Damn it! What rotten luck! I told them it was too dangerous to come down, and now here I am, laid up." Frustration churned inside Ryan. He carefully moved, letting his left hand hang like a dead weight. Out of nowhere, a pierc