Brenda ran through the thick undergrowth retracing her steps, which was a hard task. Eventually she reached what she thought was the path back to the camp and started to follow it back, she didn't recognise the path she was on, but she kept walking anyway, the thought of Minho prevalent in her mind. She kept walking and she saw the sun peer out of the edge of the undergrowth ahead of her and she followed it until she reached a beach. She couldn't see the settlement, but she remembered in the planning stages that the path for Team 2 to take had been carved away from the settlement and she remembered that she had to turn left to get back to the camp, or was it right? She was sure it was left but her mind kept playing tricks on her. Eventually she headed right, and she walked for a while before deciding she had gone the wrong way and as time of the essence, she hurried her

walk to a jog and ran back to camp.

When she got there, a couple of people were surprised to see her.

'Brenda?' one of them asked. 'What are you doing back so soon?'

'It's Minho' she said. 'He's been hurt and he's leaking blood. I'll tell you on the way, but we need the medics fast. We need to hurry'

And just like that within a couple of minutes the medics were suited and booted and ready to go and help Minho. They brought a stretcher with them just in case, and something told Brenda they were gonna need it. She just hoped Minho was alright, and as she remembered Thomas' horrified face, her heart ached, and her body shook. It was in that moment that she realised something, something so monumental and yet so obvious at the same time. She loved him. It was not just an 'ooh look there's a cute guy.' This was unbridled love she felt for him. And all of a sudden, she realised just how badly she wanted to be around him all the time, never without him. She almost grabbed the medics and ran with them in tow just to be next to him again.

Meanwhile at the scene of the accident, Thomas and Jorge were having a hard time getting Minho up

'How much do you weigh man?' Thomas asked through gritted teeth.

'Enough to knock your ass out when my leg is healed' retaliated Minho.

'You need to lose the weight hermano,' said Jorge.

'Okay I get it,' said Minho.

'Do you?' Thomas asked.

'Yeah' he replied. 'You two are too weak to lift me' and he chuckled a bit.

Eventually they managed to lift him up and start walking.

'You won't be laughing when we drop your ass on your injured leg' Jorge said.

'You wouldn't dare,' said Minho.

'On the count of 3?' Thomas asked Jorge.

'Si' he responded. '1… 2… 3' and they mockingly motioned to drop Minho.

Minho squinted his eyes and prepared for an impact that never came.

'You should have seen your face' Thomas said, laughing and they continued along the path expecting to meet Brenda and the medics. But that wasn't who they met…