Lizzie woke up unable to breathe. Terrified, she rolled over, choking and gagging. Tears streamed down her face as vile, salty water spilled from her mouth. Hard rain drops stung her cheeks, pelting her repeatedly. Squinting her eyes, she winced as her wet hair hit her bare back. It was a feeling that she'd always hated. She pulled her hair into a ponytail, noticing that the salt and sand had made it coarse. She felt a surge of fear as she saw Gordo collapsed in an heap on the beach in front of her.

"Oh, my God, Gordo!" she called out, dropping to her knees and cradling his head in her arms. "Please get up!" She pulled desperately at his curly hair, trying to wake him up, but was horrified to discover faint traces of blood on her hands. Lizzie began to panic. "Get up!" she screamed. Lightning flashed all around her, and Lizzie watched in terror as it struck a tree on a nearby island, setting it on fire. "Oh, my God," she whimpered tearfully. She frantically looked around for a place to hide, and was pleased to discover what looked like a cave. It wasn't very deep, but she decided it was better than being out in the open. She dragged Gordo into the cave with her. The roof was only about 5 feet high, and the cave extended back for about 10 feet. Lizzie laid Gordo flat on the floor of the cave and checked his pulse and breaths. Realizing that he was alive and had just passed out, she felt relieved. She really wanted to stay awake to make sure he was okay, but she was so tired. She leaned back against one of the walls of the cave and fell asleep.

Gordo opened his eyes groggily.

"Lizzie?" he asked. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to block out the intense pain in his head. When he finally opened his eyes again, he noticed that he was in some sort of cave. The day's events started to come back to him. Renting the kayak… the storm… trying to rescue Lizzie.

"Gordo!" Lizzie crawled over to Gordo and threw her arms around him. "I was so scared," she told him as she showered his face with kisses. Gordo squeezed her tightly. He had been so scared that she was gone.

"I love you, McGuire," he said sincerely, trying to muster a smile.

"I love you, too," Lizzie replied. She looked at Gordo, grateful to be with him. Lizzie was taken aback as she saw what looked like tears in Gordo's eyes, and one trickling down his tanned cheek. "Are you crying?" she asked, giggling. Gordo instantly lifted a hand to his face and brushed the tears away.

"No!" he said defensively. "It's raining. These are raindrops." Lizzie grinned.

"Don't deny it!" she teased. "It's okay, don't be embarrassed."

"I'm not embarrassed!" Gordo protested. He rolled his eyes. "Okay," he admitted. "Maybe I was crying." Lizzie hugged him tightly and rested her head on his shoulder. Within minutes, she was asleep. Gordo lifted a hand to his head and started to gently massage his temples. The throbbing pain was getting worse. He unwittingly moaned in pain. The sounds of the waves, seagulls, the rain, thunder, and wind were suddenly all unbearably loud and intolerable. The throbbing in his head had worsened to a steady, searing pain, and he had never felt so sick. Everything looked blurry. He clumsily tried to make his way out of the cave. Lizzie woke up to find Gordo on all fours right outside the entrance to the cave, getting violently sick. She rushed over to him in a panic.

"What's going on? Are you okay?" she demanded. Gordo wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"What do you think?" he snapped. Lizzie drew back, obviously insulted. Gordo sensed her feelings and apologized. "I'm sorry. Okay, to answer your question, I'm throwing up and my head is still killing me. I hit it on the boat while I was trying to get you above water." Lizzie was biting her bottom lip like she always did when she got nervous. "This is not good." Gordo wasn't sure whether she was talking to him or to herself.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I think you have a concussion," she said. "We just learned about head injuries in Health." She gently brushed his hair aside to look at the wound on his head. It wasn't bleeding as much, but it looked like it had started to bruise. "Okay, according to Mrs. Baker's lecture, the most important thing that you can do right now is rest," she told him. "Don't move around, don't get too excited…" Gordo interrupted her.

"Don't worry, McGuire. I don't think getting too excited will be a problem. We're trapped on an island with absolutely nothing to do, remember?" He chuckled quietly. Lizzie mustered a smile. At least he was still making jokes.

"Okay. Just come in here and lie down next to me. For now this will be fine, but we're still going to need medical attention." She looked out at the resort, which she could barely see from the island. The palm trees lining the beach were swaying dangerously in the wind and the sky was a dark slate gray. She knew it would be hours before anyone else got on a boat and found them. Lizzie started to cry quietly.

"Shhh," Gordo said gently. "Everything's okay. Someone will find us." Lizzie shook her head.

"This is all my fault," she sobbed. "You didn't want to do this kayak thing and I made you. And look what happened." Gordo kissed her, making her shut up immediately. "Lizzie" he said. "I promise you, we'll be fine." Lizzie tried to allow herself to believe him. She watched as Gordo drifted off to sleep again. So much for her plan. Lizzie had originally wanted to come to the island with Gordo because she thought it would be romantic. She and Gordo had talked about experimenting sexually and she felt like she was ready for it. She knew she didn't want to have sex yet, but she wanted to try other things with Gordo. She remembered when Kate had taught Lizzie how to "please" Gordo using a hair brush the night before their trip to Mexico. Lizzie had wanted to be sure she was ready and that she knew what she was doing. The little island had seemed like the perfect place. But now that would have to wait. "Maybe someone will find us tomorrow morning," Lizzie hoped. With the current circumstances, all she wanted was to get the fuck off of that island. She closed her eyes, leaning back against Gordo. She hadn't realized how tired she was. Lizzie wrapped her arm around Gordo as a thunder bolt shook the cave. Gordo sleepily put his arm around her as she drifted off to sleep.