I suddenly wake up, coughing. I had rolled over, face first while sleeping, and as soon as took a breath, sand went strait up my nose. Last night had been awful. It was terribly cold, and every strand of fur stood on end. I slowly try to stand up. I'm gonna need to find myself some breakfast. I thought.

I begin brushing off some sand from my matted fur, I brush everywhere but my arm that had been cut. I guess I left the water to early last night, because there was dried up blood surrounding my wound. If there's anything I hate more then sand in my fur, it's dry blood. It holds my fur in place, and it hurts every time I touch it.

I walk through the patch of trees looking for something to eat. I see some tall trees wielding coconuts. They'll do! I thought, as I climbed the tree. My sharp claws made it easy to do, and my strong hind legs boosted me up as I climbed. When I reached the top, I grab as many coconuts as possible. Doubtful, yet faithfully hoping for Sonic to come and share with me. I missed him, alot. He means more to me then anything else in the world, and now he's rightfully angry at me for getting him stuck here. What if we never make up again? I had already cried more then five times last night. I just wish he would forgive me.

I head back to the beach-like area, and I place one of the coconuts I had gathered upon a rock. I take another rock, and hold it in my hand, then I smash the coconut lightly with it. Enough so that it cracked clean in half. I found a slice of bark on the shore, and I rinsed it in the water. I used it as an eating utensil and scooped up the insides of the coconut and ate it.
"Mmmmm." I couldn't help but to say outloud. It was the first thing I had eaten since I arrived on the island.

I finish it off, and I start walking towards my shelter, gathering fire materials such as rocks, sticks, and kindling along the way. When I arrive at the shelter, I started gathering the sharp twigs that lied on the ground of the shelter.
"Hey! I bet I could use these for the fire!" I say, observing the sticks.

When I finished clearing out the shelter from the sticks, I gather some soft leaves that I could use as a comfy sleeping surface. I was picking them up quickly in hope that I could fit a small nap in before tonight, to make up for the sleepless night, last night. I place the leaves on the shelter ground, and lie down. I instantly fall into a deep slumber.
The next thing I see is Sonic sitting right beside me on the sandy beach.

"Y-You changed your mind? You're not mad at me anymore?"
"Mad? I was never really mad, why would you think that?"
"Well, you were shouting at me, and ignoring me! When I tried shouting your name, you went in the opposite direction!"
"You must have been dreaming, Tails!"

I start to think. Dreaming, this whole conversation seems really dream-like. I remember falling asleep in my shelter, but I don't recall ever waking up.
"I'll be right back." Says Sonic.
"Okay." I nod.
I watch him disappear into the darkness of the trees.
After about a minute, I can hear him shouting for me, horrorifically.
"Tails! Please, help me!" He shouts from in the forest area.
"Hold on, Sonic! I'm coming!" I shout, while running towards where I heard him calling.
When I got to where he was, I see the last thing I'd ever want to see. Tears immediately pour from my eyes, the speed of a waterfall.

I saw a bear, with blood dripping from it's mouth. My tears hit the hard, ground, which held a big puddle of blood.
"S-S-Sonic?" The name barely escaped my mouth. Suddenly my eyes shot open, I WAS dreaming.

The leaves I fell asleep on barely existed anymore. They were all torn in to tiny bits. I must've tossed alot in my sleep because my fur was completely covered in mud, and dirt, and the cut on my arm was bleeding again. My whole body was shaking, and my eyes wide open, at the fact of Sonic being eaten by a bear. Could it be sign? A sign telling me to protect Sonic from bears? There couldn't be bears! Not here! Maybe it was just a sign telling me he's in trouble! My shaking, turns to trembling at the thought of Sonic in trouble.

I race over to the part of the island where Sonic had his camp set up. I saw nothing. Not a shelter, not a fire, not food. But when I made it to the beachy area, I saw Sonic, curled up into a ball, laying in the sand.

I started running. As I neared, I saw that his face, was unusually pale, and that where he lied, was surrounded by vomit.
"Sonic! Are-Are you o-okay?" His eyes were closed, and no part of his body even twitched at the sound of my voice. I start to tremble again, and I can feel the tears piling up in my eyes. Completely ignoring the puke, I curl up next to him.
"It's all my fault! I shouldn't never built that stupid machine!" I say, while the tears start to pour down my face like in my dream. I inch up closer to him, my mud covered fur came in contact with his pale, vomit-coated body. His eyes slowly, yet barely come open.
"SONIC!" I shouted. "YOU'RE ALIVE!" "Huh." He whimpered in soft, defeated tone. I pick him up, and fly him to my shelter. The wind had picked up now, making the island very cold. I place him down on the teared up leaves.
"Tails, is-is that you?"
"Mmhmm." I nod
"Th-Thanks." He says.
"Stay here, don't move, okay?" He nods.

I run out to get a piece of bark. I wash it in the water, as I did before. I didn't bother taking off my shoes. I was in too much of a hurry. I come, sprinting back into the shelter.
"Here." I say, cracking the coconut open, and giving him the bark.
"Thank you." He replies, and eats the coconut, savoring each replenishing bite.
"Here, lemme guess. When you got on the island, you panicked, and ate too much food, puked, then starved yourself."
"Yeah, pretty much. Don't forget, I was freezing cold, and tired... Oh! And covered in poison ivy."
"Eeeek!" I squealed. "C'mon, let's head down to the beach and wash off any of the poison." I suggest.
"No point." He says. "The poison has already settled in, see." He pointed to all the itchy, red sores on his body. My muzzle starts to turn red, from embarrassment. It was usually I who outsmarted him, and to make it worse, he was about an hour away from death, and he still outsmarted me! "You should rinse off though. Hey! You look pretty roughed up, yourself. What happened to you, Mr. Survivor?"
"Oh, just mud, and a cut."
"And a burn." He pointed out.
"Yeah, and please don't call me Mr. Survivor."
"Sure thing, Survivor Guy."
"Grrrr." I say, rolling my eyes.

I walk towards the beach, noticing the sun's position in the sky. It was getting late, and cold weather is something that comes along with it. And with Sonic's condition, and with my wet shoes, that's the last thing we wanted. And to make matters worse, as soon as I start to wash, I feel a raindrop land on my head. Oh crap! So much for a fire! I thought, as another drop landed on my black, kit-like nose. Another drop, followed by another, and another, and another fell. The rain continued to fall more, and more as I rinsed the mud, dried blood, and poison ivy off, until the rain started to pour.