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

We gotta get away from here

I can't help it, but thinking there must be a way out of this island. It's sickening, and it's stupid, but there must be something I can do. At this point I don't talk, I don't eat, Amelia is starting to worry about me, she doesn't want me to end up like Owen. But inside me I know I'm not going crazy, I'm not turning insane, I am making an effort for keeping the little sanity I have left. Meanwhile I think. I think, think, think. Perhaps we get out of here, perhaps a boat saves us, but maybe not. Maybe this is where I finish telling my story.
Nathan is slowly recovering, but he knows he can't help much, and that makes him feel useless. He also worries about me, I haven't talked in like a week. I know I won't last much longer without talking, at some point I need to socialize. I see the desperate look in his eyes, he needs to talk with me, he needs someone he can trust, he feels lonely. Amelia too, Owen doesn't even talk, and if he did, he sure wouldn't talk to her. She often says this is all her fault:
"If I hadn't hit Owen with a pan, he wouldn't have ended up in hospital, and if he hadn't ended up in hospital we wouldn't have had to take him to a recovery center, and if we hadn't had to take him there we wouldn't have gotten on a plane, so we wouldn't have crashed and now we are going to die, because of me"
Do you have an idea how many times I've heard that during this two weeks we have been here? We need help, and right now. But this is like a desert island, no one can hear, no one can see... almost like Seattle, but thousands of miles away.
So what should we do? Am I supposed to swim until I get to the Bahamas? That is ridiculous. There is no choice but waiting. Maybe a message in a bottle? Haha bet you it is even more ridiculous. But I'm bored, so I decide to write and send the bottle. This is stupid, it's probably gonna come back to the island. I can't even with my frustration. So I decide sleeping will be better. Without saying anything, I cuddle next to Nathan, he sees, but he doesn't talk either. He gets me. Hoping that that stupid bottle will reach someone in the Bahamas, like in fairytales and happily ever after, I fall asleep. We gotta get away from here...