Hello, all. I am so sorry for the late update. I recently got a job out of area and had to relocate, so I've spent the last few hellish weeks moving across state, which as you can imagine, has not been a pleasant task. That being said, I'm posting two chapters today in the hopes that it will make up for my failure to post. Also, I don't think this chapter provides a good cliffhanger, but the next one does, so I figured I would just pair them up. Hope you all enjoy.

That night, Meredith and Cristina found themselves huddled up against the wall where Arizona and Mark were. They feared that Mark would code in the night, and they would either be asleep or delirious and wouldn't be able to revive him. Cristina was closest to Mark and therefore furthest from the plane's protection against the bitter wind. She reached up and took Mark's hand, checking his pulse dutifully. After finding that it was normal, she should've let go. Instead, her hand lingered there. God, he's warm, she thought, gripping his hand tighter. He wouldn't mind if I just She snapped from her thoughts, rising clumsily to her feet. Meredith looked up at her, slowly. "Where are you going?"

"Find something to drink," she muttered, nearly incomprehensibly. She stumbled forward, feeling her way through the darkness.

"Cristina, there's nothing left. You gave the rest to Arizona, remember?" Meredith was trying to be patient, but her will was slowly running out.

"I know there's a well around here somewhere. Mom said there was."

Mom? "Your mom told you there was a well?"

"Yeah, she said-oh! Here it is! I found it!" she laughed, crouching to the underside of the plane.

Meredith's eyes widened. "Cristina, don't drink…" she paused as Cristina emerged with dark fluid running down her mouth. Too late. "That," she finished, sighing. Cristina clutched her stomach.

"Oh, that didn't sit well," she said, looking at the ground. "Must've been…" she paused to burp. "Polluted water. Damn gas companies can't leave a perfectly good river alone."

I'll say. "That was plane fuel. You're going to want to throw that up before it burns a hole in your stomach." Meredith turned then to focus on Mark's abandoned hand, ensuring his pulse was still healthy.

"You don't have to tell me twice." Cristina emptied the fuel out of her stomach, gasping loudly with each wave.

Arizona groaned, waking from Cristina's loud dry heaving. "Wh-What happened?"

"She drank plane fuel," Meredith responded, holding Cristina up and shaking her head.

"Cristina, you're going to get yourself killed if you don't get some sleep. It's been nearly four days since you last slept. It'll be fine." Arizona was trying to be supportive, but felt guilty because she had been sleeping moments before, the exact reason, she knew, that Cristina was staying awake: because none of the rest of them would.

"I'm fine. I just gott-gotta find" she gulped, her voice a raspy whisper. "something to drink." She checked her own pulse. "My pulse is weak. It has to be soon. I'll be back," she said, breaking out of Meredith's hold on her and stumbling around the side of the plane. "Don't follow me."

Meredith sat back on her heels weakly. "Where are you going?"

"Just around the corner, don't worry." After a moment, Meredith heard what sounded like water trickling out of a faucet, then someone sipping.

"Cristina, what did you do?" Meredith yelled as loudly as her voice would allow.

Cristina used the plane to guide her back around to the side where Meredith, Mark, and Arizona rested. "The unthinkable" she responded, plopping back down next to Meredith.

Meredith looked over at her. "Urine?" Cristina nodded, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the plane. Meredith shrugged. "No judgements here. Can't say it never crossed my mind."

Arizona raised her hand. "I second that."

Cristina looked at them. "I had to convince myself it was lemonade." She sighed. "At least it wasn't plane fuel."