Texas Was You

Stranded

Jason's pov

I'm nervous. I don't wanna go on tour without Dallas. Especially this close to the baby being born. But sadly, she can't come with me. She's been placed on bed rest and going crazy because of it. I walk in our room. "Jase, I'll be fine." She says, playing on her phone. "I don't like it babe." I say sitting beside her. "Look, Cole and Hannah will be here the whole time. They'll make sure I'll be okay. You do your shows and I'll call you if anything happens. It's only three shows." I sigh and nod. "I guess you're right." "Of course I'm right." I laugh slightly. "Love you." "Love ya too."

*A few days later*

We hopped a plane to get to New York. The first show. "I'm bored." I mutter, staring at my phone, wishing my girl was here. I Skype her and hear loud music in the background. "Hey honey." "Hey Jay. Where ya headed?" "New York. What's that noise?" "Cole's playing his guitar and singing." "In the house? Is he using an amp? Why is it so loud." "Actually we're in the backyard and yeah he's using an amp." "Oh." Man I wish I was there. "Alright babe, I'll see ya when we get home." I say, forcing a smile. "See ya Jay. Oh and don't forget three more weeks!" She says making me smile for real. "Yeah. Three more weeks." I get off the phone and turn some music on. I close my eyes, trying to relax when I felt a jolt. "What the?" I mumble, taking a headphone out. "What was that?" There's a heavy pounding on the cabin door. "What's going on out there?" I gape, opening the door. Mike thrusts a life jacket in my hands and then grabbed my arm, pulling me towards the front of the plane! "WHAT'S GOING ON?!" I shout. "The plane is going down man! We got caught in a thunderstorm and thrown off course. We're over the freaking ocean!" Oh crap! He opens the door. "Put this on!" He said, handing me a backpack. "What's-" "It's a parachute! Put it on and pull the cord when you jump!" "Where's the guys?!" I gape, terrified. "They've already jumped! We've gotta go! There's no more time!" I put the backpack on and he basically almost pushed me out of the plane. I grab the door at the last second.  I terrifiedly turn around. "Mike?!" "There's only one more parachute. You take it." He says. "No! No way Mike! Come on!" I can't leave him! "GET OUTTA HERE!" He shouts shoving me in the chest. I lose my balance and fall out the open door. "MIKE!!!!" I scream, struggling to turn around. I pull the cord to the parachute. I horrifiedly watch the plane hit the water. "MIKE!!!!!!" Ten minutes later, I finally hit the freezing cold water. I sling the pack off and swim to the wreckage. "Mike! Oh God!! Where are ya buddy!" "OVER HERE!" I see him at the tail end of the plane. I swim over there. He coughs. "We gotta move!" I grab his shirt and notice his leg is bleeding. My first thought and biggest fear: Sharks. "Come on Mike, let's get outta the water. He's hurt bad. I give him the life vest and pull him along. "What... Something just.... Brushed my leg." He mumbles. Fear fills me. I look around at the murky water. "Sh-Sharks?" I whisper worried. I try not to think about it and keep swimming instead. There's an island in the distance and as I get closer Tully and Kurt rush out and help us to shore. As soon as we're on dry land, I take my shirt off and wrap it around Mike's wound. "Did anyone see the pilots?" I ask. "They... They're dead, man." Rich says pointing over his shoulder. I look and see two white sheets covering the bodies. Damn. "What do we do?" Kurt asks. I don't know. "My phone's soaking wet and not working." I say, pulling it out of my pocket and trying to turn it on. "Us too." I notice three discarded phones, obviously belonging to my band members. Well we can't call for help. What can we do? We obviously can't swim it. The sharks. And with Mike's injury. I glance at him. He was clearly in pain, written all over his face. Infection is what I'm worried about. "Did anything wash up on shore?" "Just a lighter that I doubt works." "Oh I found an axe." Tully says. Well that'll help us get wood. We can build a raft. "I don't know how long we'll be stuck here. We've gotta keep our heads about this guys." I say, walking over and picking up the axe. Hell I survived a T FUCKING REX. I can survive this too. "Someone stay with Mike. The other guys come with me. We're gonna cut down some trees."

*The next day*

I sit down in front of the fire. Good thing that lighter worked. It's freezing out here with our wet clothes. Tully sits beside me. He's been on watch with Mike the last couple hours. "How's he doing?" "Hanging in there but... If we don't get that wound closed up. Infection is inevitable." I bite my lip with worry. "Jason... What about Dallas and the baby." My eyes go wide. The baby's due in three weeks. We could be stuck on this island for a while! Terror suddenly pounds through me as I stand up. I run to the water's edge horrified. "I've gotta get home." I shakily collapse to my knees. "I've gotta get home." I'm gonna lose everything. "NOOOOOOOO!" I yell punching the sand.