Here's the next chapter.
Alan woke up just in time to see his brother collapse.
"Scott!" he cried and ran over to him. He put his hand on his older brother's forehead to find it was boiling hot.
"Oh, jeez, Scott. Why couldn't you have told me you were ill?"
Alan propped Scott up against the wall and tried to look for something to help his brother. He was really sick and without medicine he could get a lot worse. Alan desperately tried to think of what to do. He had to get help – but where from? This island was in the middle of nowhere. (Nowhere meaning the Pacific Ocean, which was the largest ocean in the world) They were miles from civilisation, so did he actually expect there to be a hospital, here on this island?
He looked out of the cave, at the sea, and realised something. The rain was stopping. He didn't know what good this would do, as he would have to swim to get back to the beach, and even then he still couldn't really find help. Now that the storm was over though, maybe he could find some food. He wouldn't have to battle the current anymore so could freely swim over to the beach again. Which he did. It didn't take half the time it did last time to swim over to the beach, and when he was back over he saw a slope, which they hadn't noticed before. It led to quite a high up place, where you could see the whole beach.
This could be quite useful, Alan thought, and went over to see if he could climb up the slope. It was quite steep, though years of rock-climbing abled him to do it. Soon he was at the top and could see the beach. He could also see the cave that he had left Scott lying unconscious in. He felt guilty thinking about it now. He had only meant to leave the cave for a bit, for some food, but now he was standing high above, at the top of a hill.
He couldn't help it – his adrenalin-loving side was so raring to do something fun and not sit and collect food. Sooner or later he would have to climb back down and collect some food, for he was very hungry, but for now he just wanted to take in the view and feel the breeze on his face. He knew he could get all of this at home, well not any peace or time to do things, but at the moment he doubted if he'd ever get 'home' again.
Suddenly, he heard a shout from behind him, and nearly fell off the hill with alarm. It was a man's voice, and was very rough and he thought the language was English. The person shouted again and Alan spun around to face them. He didn't recognise the man, but he was soon to find out who W.M was.
Scott found himself drifting in and out of consciousness. His head was killing him, and hurting like mad. He felt as if he was on Neptune and Mercury at the same time. (That is boiling hot and freezing cold) He managed to force his eyes open and discovered that Alan had disappeared. What was he supposed to do now? He couldn't exactly get up and go to find him. Oh, he was so tired. He wanted to just go back to sleep.
Focus, Scott, you've got to find Alan, he thought.
Maybe, he could just try to see outside a bit. Maybe Alan would be out there. He slowly pushed himself off the ground. At one point he nearly fell back down again, but luckily leant against the wall just in time. He could just about see out now. There was the beach. Wait, wasn't something different. Oh yes, it had stopped raining. Alan had probably gone back outside, then. He'd shout for him.
"Alan! Alan!" Scott half-shouted, feebly. This fever, or whatever it was, was really getting to him, now he couldn't even shout properly. He had already fainted once because of it, though and he wouldn't allow himself to collapse again. He shouted again, as Alan can't have heard him the first time.
"Alan!" He shouted again, a little louder this time.
Alan was staring at the man wearing animal skins and leaves for clothes, just as he heard Scott shout.
"Sorry, gotta go," he told the man that was staring at him back.
He ran back down the slope again, slipping as he went and grazing his arm. It was hurting like mad, but Scott was awake and he needed to see he was okay. He ran along the sandy beach, nearly falling over as he rushed.
Scott was standing, well leaning, against the wall of the cave. God, he looked so ill. No wonder he was struggling to stand.
"Al," he cried, and waved at him. "Hey, why are you running so fast, you could get hurt. And why do you look like you've just seen a ghost?" Scott took over his demanding and protective attitude and Alan sighed. Even when he was ill, Scott was still very annoyingly protective of his brothers.
"Scott, relax. I'm fine." Alan said and waded, a little too enthusiastically, into the water. He scraped his foot on a rock and yelped in pain.
"Alan. Are you really fine?" Scott asked.
"I could ask you the same thing."
"You still haven't told me why you look like you've seen a ghost," Scott said, to change the subject.
Alan half waded-half hopped over to the cave and pulled himself up. "Well, um, there are other people on this island," he blurted out.
Scott stared at him, wideyed.
"W-what," he stammered. Alan thought he looked like he was going to faint.
"Are you okay, Scott?" he asked.
"Yeah, fine. Is your foot alright?"
"Well, it hurts and it's bleeding."
"Ouch," Scott said, and not easily pulled a strip of one of his sleeves of his shirt off. He got Alan to sit down and made a bandage around his foot, where it was bleeding.
"That okay?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Good, let's go meet the other people on this island, then." Scott replied, and attempted to get up, failing miserably.
"Scott, you're sick. You can't just travel about like this. I'll go and talk to this guy, and you stay here."
Scott looked shocked. He was used to making orders, not taking them, especially from his youngest brother.
"I'll be off then, see you soon," Alan said cheerfully, and waded back into the water, again, wincing every time he stepped down on his injured foot.
Scott sat down on the floor, defeated, and soon fell asleep again.
Alan, however, got to the other side, and sat on the sand. It felt so soft, unlike the hard stone floor of the cave. He kind of felt sorry for his brother, but he had made the right decision. Now, to climbing that slope again.
It took a while to locate, but Alan found the tall slope at last and started to climb it. It was more slippery this time, Alan was sure of it. He kept on slipping, so at the end of almost 30 minutes he was back down at the bottom again. He needed a way to get to the top, without slipping. Hmmmm, that tree would do.
Alan had seen a tree next to the slope. It didn't look that hard to climb... but in actual fact it was. There were places you could put your feet, but if you put them there a frenzy of different bugs came and swarmed all over you.
15 minutes and about 50 bites later, Alan was at the top of the slope, having climbed the tree and jumping on to the hill. He turned around and tried to spot the man he had seen earlier. But it was no good. This man had been here nearly 50 minutes before. He wouldn't have stayed that long.
But what Alan did find was a passageway to another place. It was through bushes and thorns this time and these cut Alan. But he didn't care. He wanted to find out what was down here.
Moving aside the last few bits of vegetation and leaves, Alan stepped through. He was amazed by what he saw. It was a camp. There was a whole tribe of people here.
So, Alan has found a camp. But will Scott be okay and what has happened to that mysterious man? I'm terribly sorry but I won't be able to update until after Sunday.