Meredith And Nathan: fight for your L(ife)ove

Welcome to paradise

Why do we have fears? Is it because we associate those fears to something bad?
Kind of like a killer clown, or like a giant spider crawling on your bed? Or like a plane cra.... wait...
Where am I? How did I get here? What is this place? That nasty smell...the weather is so hot...Why is there fire? Oh crap. Again?
The island is completely desert. There is no drinkable water, no food, no company... everybody is dead. Except for George, he is here too. Wait, George? God something must be wrong.
I roll over, all the sand sticks to my sweaty body. I see him, laying on the floor. He hasn't changed much since we last saw him as residents, time flies by so fast... he looks at me, but he isn't scared or confused. He is calm, he is smiling, he looks at me and says:
-Mer, I haven't seen you in a while
Noticing the rareness of this, he starts getting nervous. He isn't smiling anymore.
-Wait, why are you here? I thought you- wait are you...
-Am I, George? Am I dead?
-Oh, I don't think so. You are about to die though. But if you choose to live, you can, sure.
-Where are we?
-A desert island, you and Nathan, among others crashed.
-Crashed why?
-A plane crash Mer.
-Wait, why?
-Why don't you wake up and see it yourself?

Everything hurts, my vision is blurry and suddenly George's image fades away. Now I'm alone, until I notice I'm not. Nathan is next to me. His face is bleeding, but overall he is doing okay. Now confusing images start coming at me. I remember little by little what happened.
There was a plane, in which Amelia, Owen, Nathan and me were. We were taking Owen to a recovery center down the east coast. The plane had turned in order to land, when the engine failed and we crashed. I don't know where we are though.
White sand, vast ocean, confusing palm trees. We should be near Florida, judging by the landscape. My head aches a lot, and another image comes to my mind.
Amelia was sitting next to me, and Nathan was with Owen. When the oxygen masks fell down I started panicking. I shouted I didn't wanna die.

I didn't wanna go through that again. It scared the crap out of me to ever think about that last plane crash. Lexie dying underneath the plane, Mark not wanting to talk or move, holding Lexie's dead hand, Arizona screaming because her leg hurt too much... this time was different. Nobody remembered what had happened, how we had gotten there. Little by little we remembered things.
When we crashed into the island, Nathan kept looking for me, and when he found me, he said he could finally lay on the sand. He was really tired, he had an open abdomen wound, but he just wouldn't stop looking for me until he found me. Then I closed my eyes and the next thing I remember is I was with George. So I had been agonizing, maybe somebody helped us. I remember a pair of hands grabbing me and Nathan and asking if we were okay. It sounded like a familiar voice. Amelia, it was Amelia. I couldn't talk, but I could barely open my eyes so that she saw I was doing fine.
When I woke up, we were all reunited under a set of trees, a kind of refugee was made. Nathan was still sleeping, Amelia was bringing some fruits, and Owen was awake, but he wasn't moving or talking. He just kept staring at the ocean.
-Amelia, how is Nathan's wound?
-He is doing fine, although we should keep an eye on him. He lost too much blood.
-What about our phones? Is there service?
-I've tried calling Maggie, texting, voicemailing her. Nothing.
-And how are we gonna get out of here?
-Well, we should get used to this place Mer, in case, you know, we have to stay.
-But Amelia, I have four kids, you have Leo, we cannot stay here! We need to find help.
-Well, maybe a boat or something. That's our only chance. We are close to Alice Town, south Bimini. If we could get there, maybe we could get on a cruise or something to Florida. I don't know.
-What are our chances at this point? Let's see if we can get a boat somewhere near. Owen could help us, he has military experience.
-Yeah... about that, he doesn't wanna walk or talk. He hasn't said anything since the accident and he just keeps staring at the ocean. Kind of like Cristina's aftermath. -Amelia said
-And Nathan has served for the army too, but he is injured. He can't even move.
-We are doomed Mer, we are doomed...

In my mind I keep thinking... there must be a way, there must be something. Or maybe not, maybe we disappear. It all goes back to my mother's saying: the carousel never stops turning, you can't get off. And that's true, because let me tell you, once you are up, you can't get off...