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To say Sugawara was scared was an understatement.

From the moment Kiyoko ran up onto the deck and ordered everyone inside, he felt fear setting in the pit of his stomach.

And when the boat was crashing into the waves, that fear spread to his heart and head. We're going to die. That was the thought that repeated itself over and over in his head. But when he saw how the team, minus Tanaka and Nishinoya, worked together to ensure the safety – and survival – of those on board, he started to have second thoughts about that thought. Instead, he changed it to 'are we going to die', which remained to be seen.

He narrowed his eyes as he turned his head to gaze upwards, to the deck. Should I go up and see if anything's there that we might need? After all, the windows are cracking. Any moment now, we could be underwater.

Deciding to go up, he headed to the stairs, not noticing the horrified stares of his teammates who saw him.

Taking the stairs two at a time, Sugawara sprang up onto the deck, grabbing for the rail as the boat suddenly dived downwards, spraying water at him. His hair flew everywhere in the strong wind, and for a second he feared that he might be blown away. The rain poured down from the heavens, soaking the deck and swelling the wild ocean that thrashed around like an angry animal.

Trying his best to ignore the deafening thunder and the bright lightning, he raised a hand to try and keep the rain out his eyes as he scanned the deck for anything useful.

Just as he thought there wasn't anything and he was just wasting his time, something caught his eye. Of course! The lifebuoy! That will definitely come in handy! The problem was, it was the other side of the deck.

Taking a deep breath, Sugawara let go of the rail and began to slowly walk towards the opposite side of the deck, arms out for balance on the constantly moving yacht. Surprisingly enough, he nearly made it there with no slip-ups; of course, he just jinxed it. Accidentally stepping on a slippery patch of water, his leg slipped out from under him and the setter was sent crashing to the floor, where he started to roll towards the edge of the boat as it tipped to the side.

"Suga!" A voice yelled, startling him. Who's that? He wondered as his arms flailed desperately to hang onto something. There was a gap between the bottom of the rail and the deck – a gap just big enough for Suga to fit through. No no no, this can't be happening! He panicked. Then the gap started to swallow him, starting from his legs. The feeling of having nothing underneath your feet except wind until you smacked into the water was not reassuring at all for him. His torso was being eaten by the gap, soon to be digested in the water. His nails dragged uselessly across the deck as he frantically tried to save himself from death.

Suddenly, a hand latched onto his left wrist, stopping him from going overboard. After all, if he did go overboard, there was no chance of saving him. He would be a goner.

"Suga, hold on!" Suga's saviour yelled above the storm, beginning to drag the setter back on deck. His wrist started to hurt, but he didn't say anything. He didn't want whoever was saving him to panic and let go.

Suddenly, the water below him disappeared and was replaced by a sandy beach, and the yacht was shooting across it, and the thought from before rang through Suga's head: We're going to die.

Thankfully, Suga was hauled back on deck just in time, as a tree that would have swept him away passed by.

He didn't have time to thank his hero as a looming cliff approached them, and he grabbed the other person and shoved them both to the ground, so they wouldn't hit their heads too hard when the inevitable collision occurred.

An almighty crash resonated through Suga's ears, and he vaguely registered that there were people screaming all around him before he was thrown off the yacht by a strong force and blacked out on the way down.

Blearily, Sugawara opened his eyes, wondering where he was and what just happened. Then it all came back to him in a rush, and he gasped and sat up too quickly, his wrist and hip both giving painful protests. Hissing in pain, he glanced down, and saw bruises blossoming on his left wrist. He could still move it, but it hurt. I don't think it's broken, at least. Sprained, maybe?

Then he saw blood on the bottom of his shirt and he panicked and quickly pulled it up, revealing a stinging cut on his hip. After closer inspection, he sighed with relief at the fact that it wasn't too deep, but still hurt like hell.

Who was that that saved me? I couldn't see their face properly – wait, surely they're somewhere near! Using his right hand to massage the cut on his hip, Suga impatiently waited for the pain to lessen to little more than a dull ache before he slowly got to his feet, glad that there were no injuries on his legs, meaning he could walk around.

"Hello?" He called. "Is anyone there?" He glanced up at the sky, and was shocked to find that the sun was halfway through its descent to below the horizon. But we set off in the morning! How is it nearly evening already?! My God, how long was I knocked out for?!

Suga frowned as a thought dawned on him: Where am I? He didn't recognise the beach at all, and it looked like he might be on a small island of some sort. But which one?

When he turned, he felt his heart stop as he gazed in frozen horror at the sight of the yacht. The front of it had been smashed into the cliff, and he hoped that everyone at the front of the boat, especially Ukai considering the fact that he was the only adult with them, managed to get away in time so that no-one died. Just that thought alone made Suga feel sick. What if we die here? What if no-one notices that we're gone?

Suddenly feeling faint, Sugawara staggered over to a nearby tree, leaning heavily against it before slowly lowering himself to the ground. Resting his head back against the trunk of what looked like a palm tree, he closed his eyes and was about to drift off when he thought about the person who'd saved him. What if they needed help? They saved his life, so it was only fair if he returned the favour.

Taking a deep breath, Suga used the tree as support to slowly get to his feet, and scan the area for any sign of life. It seemed that even the birds had fled the area, though, and a deafening silence hit him, save for the creaking of the yacht which unnerved him.

"Can anyone hear me?" He yelled, as loud as he dared. "Daichi! Asahi! Anyone!"

The only reply was silence. Sighing in defeat, Suga made to start exploring the yacht when he heard a barely audible groan, not far from the boat. With a burst of adrenaline, the ashen haired setter leapt towards the source of the noise, hoping that whoever it was were alright.

It didn't take long for him to find the person, and saw that they were lying on a rock, holding their ribs.

"Narita?!" Sugawara exclaimed as soon as he recognised the person.

Narita glanced up, what was originally shock being replaced by relief flooding his features. "Suga," he sighed, "thank God you're okay. I thought I was gonna be too late on the deck."

Suga quickly put two and two together. "You mean that you were the one who saved me?" The second-year nodded, and the setter smiled. "Thank you so much. You saved my life."

Narita blushed slightly, shifting before wincing. Suga instantly lost his smile.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Stupid question¸ he scolded himself, he's obviously hurt his ribs or something.

"Uh…yeah, my ribs really hurt. I think I landed on this rock when the…when it happened." Narita started shaking. "Oh my God; we're really shipwrecked, aren't we?"

Suga opened and closed his mouth. That's right. We're shipwrecked, on an unfamiliar island, and no way of getting back except waiting for help. After all, I don't think we can swim back.

"Wait a minute…" Suga frowned and stood up, something had just dawned on him that he had never thought about. "Where's the storm?" The sky was clear again, with only a few fluffy clouds dotting the bright blue sky. The ocean was calm, and the sand wasn't even damp from the torrent of rain that had come down during the storm; it was as if the storm had never happened. The only thing that reminded them was their destroyed yacht and the fact that they were stranded.

"I wonder where it went…" Narita wondered aloud, wincing as he tried to stand.

"No, don't get up yet! You might make your ribs worse!" Suga cried.

The second-year waved him off. "I'll be fine. They just need wrapping is all."

"You sure?" The setter wasn't convinced, but he gave in. "Okay then. We'll need gauze, but that'll involve salvaging the yacht, and I somehow don't think it's safe to enter."

"What about those palm tree leaves?"

Suga stared at Narita as if he'd lost his mind.

"What? You could make sure they're clean, then just wrap them round me and use tree sap or something to hold it together."

Suga's eyebrows furrowed. "I'm not sure…"

"Trust me. It'll work. Tree sap is sticky, right? Think of the leaves as sheets of paper, and the sap as glue. Although we may have to further into the island to find good sap."

"What do you mean 'we'? No, you're not going anywhere. You're staying here. It's too dangerous."

"It's more dangerous to go in alone." Narita argued.

"But-"

"Besides, you hurt your wrist. You could use the extra pair of hands."

"I-if you feel up to it…"

Narita smiled and nodded. "C'mon then."

Yamaguchi didn't know what to do when he woke up. As he opened his eyes, he found one of them hurt really badly, and half of the world was in darkness still. Oh God I can only half see I'm blind I can't see out my right eye I'm gonna die-

He didn't realise that his breathing had increased to a level that most would class as hyperventilating. He kept opening and closing his eyes, hoping that his right eye would just start working again. But it didn't. And that fact alone terrified him.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to focus on calming down, but bad thoughts were flooding his brain and he couldn't bear it. I won't be able to play volleyball with one eye and I'll be even more useless and everyone's gonna hate me and abandon me and I'm gonna die-

"Yamaguchi!" A voice rose above the thoughts, startling him. "Please, calm your breathing!" Slowly, he opened his eyes, seeing a blurry half of someone above him, which only made his breathing increase even more. He started flailing around, whimpering between wheezes that were his breaths.

And then hands clamped over his wrists, and his entire body went limp as his left eye focused on the person above him. It was Asahi, worry etched onto his features.

"Yamaguchi, you have to calm down. Deep breaths." The freckled teen obeyed, trying to take deeper breaths instead of the wheezing gasps he was doing now. "That's it! Keep going."

Once Yamaguchi's breathing was near normal, Asahi let go of his wrists and sat back, rubbing his ankle. "Are you okay?" The third-year asked.

"I-I can't see."

Asahi's expression turned horrified. "Wh-what? At all?!"

"N-no, it's just my right eye. I-I can't see anything out of it. What does it look like?"

Asahi bit his lip, as if unwilling to answer. After a while, he asked, "Were you…near a window, perchance?"

"Uh…yeah, I think so. Why?"

"It…" he swallowed nervously, "it looks like something…something went in your eye, and…"

"What?!" Yamaguchi's breathing started to increase again as he panicked. "Is it still there? Is it-"

"Whoa whoa, calm down. It's gone now, but…your eye's bleeding."

"I-it's disgusting, isn't it?" The pinch server looked down miserably.

"…" Asahi chose not to reply to the question. "If you want, I can find something to cover it. I was near a first aid kit when we…uh, crashed, so it can't be too far, right? I'm sure it has eye patches or something, right?"

"Y-yeah."

The ace nodded and stood up. "Stay here." He murmured as he started to search around them for a first aid kit. The pair were fairly near the yacht, so he didn't have far to go if he had to look inside of the boat.

Yamaguchi raised his right hand and gently touched his cheek, below his right eye. As he brought his hand away, he saw red and felt sick. He quickly shut his right eye, hiding it from Asahi and anyone else they might come across. That reminds me! Where's Tsukki? He thought as he tried to remember where his friend had been. They'd split up, Yamaguchi going nearer to the front of the boat to help out with the windows that were worse there, and Tsukishima had gone the opposite way, towards the back of the boat. I hope he's okay.

"Hello?" He faintly heard, as if the voice was just in earshot. "Is anyone there?" Who's that?

He opened his mouth to shout back when Asahi returned, carrying a dented first aid kit. It was open.

"Found it. It had been broken open by something, and most of the contents have gone, but the eye patch thingy was still there, thankfully." Asahi explained, showing Yamaguchi the item in question.

Asahi took it out its packet and read the instructions uncertainly.

"Aren't you scared?" Yamaguchi couldn't help asking.

He paused and looked at the first-year. "Terrified. I think I may need a new pair of underwear."

Yamaguchi laughed at this, before sitting still while Asahi began to wrap some sort of white gauze diagonally across his face, with what looked like a cloth or clump of gauze over his right eye.

It didn't take long for Asahi to finish, and when he did, he sat back and admired his handiwork. "That feel alright?" He asked.

The underclassman nodded, before frowning. "How's your ankle? Weren't you rubbing it or something earlier?"

"Oh, yeah, it hurt then, but it's fine now. Must've landed on it funny or something. Don't worry about it."

"Can anyone hear me?" There it was, the voice again! "Daichi! Asahi! Anyone!"

Asahi perked up at the mention of his name. "Was that…Suga?!" He stood up, only to stumble as his ankle throbbed.

Yamaguchi picked up on this. "You lied! Your ankle does still hurt! Sit down; you're not walking until you're 100%!"

"But-"

"No buts!" His voice became softer. "Besides, if that was Sugawara, then he's still alive, and strong enough to be yelling, right? Have faith."

"I know, I know." Asahi sat down and chuckled. "You remind me of Suga, you know."

The pinch server smiled, but then it faded and he looked down again, sighing.

"What's the matter?" The third-year picked up on the sudden change of mood in his underclassman.

"It's just…I'm so worried about the others. I hope they're alright."

"Don't worry; they'll be fine. Our team is full of some of the most stubborn people I've ever met. Trust me; they're okay."

By the worst timing possible, Asahi's reassurance was all for naught as someone screamed loudly.