"Simon," Bram cried. He slid down the tree, holding on for dear life. He rushed to his partner's side to assess the damage. He could barely make himself look at the leg.
"We both can't make it back to camp," Simon said. "I don't think I can walk on my leg."
"Either we both go back, or we both stay," Bram said. "We've both gotten this far. We survived a plane crash. I'm not going to let a little storm stop us now. We're in this for the long hall."
Simon gave Bram a sheepish smile. Bram pulled Simon to his feet. Simon lifted his injured leg. Bram wrapped his arm around Simon's waist. He started to lead him towards the camp.
About halfway there, Simon collapsed. Bram caught him by resting his hand on the boy's lower back. "Plan B," Bram said. He then lifted Simon bridal style. Simon wrapped his arms around Bram's neck affectionately. Bram took them back to the camp.
They entered the shelter. There was a loud crack of thunder. Bram leaned Simon against him. Simon rested his head against Bram's shoulder. "Is that everyone?" Garrett asked.
"Yes," Martin said. Garrett pushed the door in front of the entry to the shelter. The group didn't say anything. They just sat there in their cramped shelter. The only sound was the storm outside.
The storm lasted all day. They had lost pieces of their shelter, but it was still mostly intact. When the group left the shelter, they saw that a lot of the trees had fallen. The sand was also soaked.
Nick checked out Simon's leg. "Yep," Nick sighed. "That's definitely a broken leg. I don't have a medical school degree, but I've had to watch many power points on sports injuries."
"Guys, I see something in the distance," Leah called. They looked up to the sky. There was what looked like a helicopter in the distance. All of the wood was soaked, so they'd have to scream to get their attention.
"Hey, down here," Nick screamed. They flailed their arms around as the helicopter got close. A wave of relief hit them as the helicopter began its descent down towards the island.