SAM'S POV

I slowly opened my eyes and adjusted myself to the sunlight. Freddie was passed out with his back to me and we were both covered in sticky wet sand. I considered waking him but I thought I might need a little while by myself to calm down.

What happened yesterday really worried me. I hate saying that. But I know it wasn't just water in his ears. That's stupid. I'm still worried. What if when he hit that rock he got his brain all messed up? Then it's my fault he lost his hearing and if we ever get rescued he'll hate me for making him deaf.

It's not just that. Hearing is a part of surviving here. He could die. If he dies because he couldn't hear anything I won't be able to live with myself. I don't want to be responsible for this, and I'm really scared. I'm not going to tell him that, but I am.

Yesterday, I woke up late. I know there are no clocks but Freddie with his nerd brain determined the approxiate time and made a sun dial clock. I woke up at approximately one in the afternoon, give or take an hour. I threw a few fistfuls of grass into the fire and blew on it to start it up again, but it didn't work out too well. I decided then it would just be fruits for breakfast until Freddie wakes up. But I need to kill an animal soon.

I ventured back into the trees to find some food and after a long tiring time searching (we need to move camp, I've already picked all these trees and then the food was stolen by some creepy monkeys. I don't even.) I heard Freddie calling my name. I started out to ask him what the heck he was yelling about, and when I stumbled out of the trees and onto the sandy beach he was nowhere to be found. I followed what I hoped were his footprints and soon saw his figure walking down the beach, still calling for me.

"Sam!" and again, "Sam!"

"Freddie!" I yelled, waiting for him to hear me and come back. I called a few more times and nothing happened.

"Idiot..." I muttered, and broke into a run down the beach, shouting Freddie's name over and over. When I was almost close enough to touch him, he turned and faced me with this puzzled expression and I stood there wondering what kind of games he was playing.

Ten minutes of pure confusion and anger later, we came to the conclusion that he couldn't hear and neither of us were playing games. This was serious.

I sat down in the sand and didn't move. Freddie tried to comfort me but when I ignored him he just promised me we'd be okay (I didn't believe him) and went off to find some food.

Secretly, and I use the word secretly because this is a secret, when he left I might have cried a bit. I was really upset and worried and I'm so sick of this stupid island already I can't stand it. I just broke down but I stopped when Freddie came back. Okay, I didn't really. I might have coughed and told him to get me a drink of water. I might have waited until he was gone and quickly pulled myself together before he brought back a coconut (weird, right?) filled with water he got from the stream we found. I might have told him nothing was wrong. I might have pretended I was okay.

Next thing I know I woke up in the sand.

Okay so that was kind of a filler. Just wanted to let you guys know I'm still alive and I hope I'll start working on my stories again really soon. I'm going to redo chapter seven though. And I'm working on chapter 11 of iPCA so you can look forward to that. I love you, leave me a review if you forgive me! Bye xx