.swayla.stranded.

.NINE 🏝.

Anthony's P.O.V
It's a rather unpleasant feeling, carrying a dying boy along a beach on an island you just washed up on because of a plane wreck, with two other survivors in the night.

Griffin and Kio seemed to have hit of rather well. They were currently talking about something together as they walked beside me. It made me happy to see Kio making more friends because back in our home town it was just the two of us.

(fRiEnDs)

Although, trust Kio to only talk to people when he becomes stranded on an island in the middle of nowhere. I guess teamwork is the key to survival.

"How he doing?" Griffin asked breaking me out of my thoughts.

"I can't really tell but he's breathing and I suppose that's important." I replied.

We walked in silence for a few minutes before Kio let out a yelp of surprise.

"Look!" He pointed. Griffin and I both followed his finger to see what he was looking at.

We were beside cliffs now and pouring down the side of one were two small waterfalls. It connected to a stream that flowed into the sea. Although the strip of sand we were walking on was thin and the sea was close so we didn't have much space.

"Finally." Griffin said and we all sped up towards the water with a mix of excitement and relief.

"Water has never tasted so good." Kio said leaning against the cliff rock after we had all replenished our thirst.

"I agree." I laughed.

"Okay now we need to clean his wound and cover it as best we can." Griffin said gesturing to the unconscious boy.

(Blood)

I lifted him so that his back was against my chest and Griffin carefully pulled my blood soaked hoodie away. He handed it to Kio who grimaced and then began to try and wash the best of the blood away.

I shuddered at the sight of the stream turning crimson as the blood washed away into the sea.

Griffin began to peel away the boys torn shirt until the scars were fully exposed. We both winced at the sight of them.

"That must've hurt." I mumbled.

"No shit," Kio said handing the damp hoodie to Griffin. Griffin took it gratefully and started to dab and wipe at the wounds gently. Kio had to rinse the hoodie a couple times until the wound was finally clean.

"I think it'll be better if we do this..." Griffin murmured before carefully taking his thin shirt off and wrapping the wound in that. I then helped him put my, thankfully now clean but still damp, hoodie over his head.

(Over)

"That should hopefully do for now." Griffin said stepping back. "Okay Kio, your turn."

Griffin and Kio then began to clean and re-bandage his arm. Unfortunately for Kio he was awake during the process so it definitely hurt more for him.

"I think we should make the camp here." I said finally after Kio was done swearing in pain.

"It would be a good idea but we can't." Griffin replied.

"Why?" I frowned.

"Because the tide comes in about five foot above your head." He said pointing up at the cliff rock.

I looked up and saw the line of dried seaweed stuck to the rock. The rock was also a shade lighter above the rock.

"It's just going out right now and that's why the sea is so close."