(A/N Well, this hasn't been the quickest of updates, and I know I was updating like, every night, but, well…I do have a life! Hah, any ways, thanks so much for all the reviews, I'm like, getting all this positive feedback and it's just like…wow…so thanks for that, it really keeps my self esteem up. Lol! Any ways, this is supposed to be a humorous, and extremely awkward story. I really hope you feel awkward reading it, because that's what I'm going for. The next chapter we'll get back on track though, I promise. So, here's the story!)

Day 25

For the next few days Daley and Taylor took care of the other five castaways, with out complaint, which, for Taylor, was a pretty big step. No one really seemed to be getting better, they all seemed to be getting worse, in fact. Taylor and Daley were quite nervous as well, because they were almost positive that one of them was going to get sick some time soon. The only question was, how long would it take? And, what would happen if they were all sick?

They were sitting in the plane, offering the 'sick people' some food and water, when Daley turned to Taylor. "What do you think is causing the disease, Taylor?" She asked, speaking for the first time in…well…quite a while.

Taylor shrugged. "How am I supposed to know? All I know, is that I don't want to get it", she said, glancing at Melissa and Jackson's faces, their spots now completely puss-filled, some of them popping open and oozing. "It looks gross."

"I don't see why we haven't all gotten it though." Daley said, sighing, obviously thinking out loud. "I mean, we've all been exposed to the same things right? And, if not, you would think it would be really contagious." She looked at Taylor, as if expecting her to come up with some brilliant statement that would help her figure out the mystery.

Taylor shrugged. "Don't look at me, I'm not even getting a B in English." Then she stood up, and stretched. Sitting back down, she narrowed her eyebrows. "You know, it really smells in here."

"You think I haven't realized that?" Daley asked, scrunching up her nose.

"Well…I don't know, I was thinking…maybe we could give people a bath?" Taylor said, crossing her legs and looking at Daley, who smiled.

"Ok, funny Taylor, now help me figure out-" Daley was cut off by Taylor.

"I wasn't kidding." Taylor looked at Daley. "Look, it'll be good for them! And…they won't even notice, their unconscious 99 percent of their time any ways! And we can air out the sleeping bags, and…and…" She trailed off.

Daley could tell that Taylor had given it a lot of thought, and realized that it wasn't that bad of an idea after all. "It is really warm out today." Daley noted. "So they probably wouldn't be that cold." Then some thing registered in her brain. "Wait, remember that time Nathan got the rash?" She asked, and Taylor nodded…

"Ick, and he borrowed my skirt?" Daley nodded, and Taylor said "Yea…so?"

"He got that from sitting in wet clothes. That'll happen to the rest of them, won't it?" Daley said, and Taylor gave a blank stare. After a minute she said, "Oh, I know!"

Daley raised an eyebrow, and Taylor continued. "Why don't we just clean their hair, faces, and um…hands?"

Daley still didn't look too convinced. "Look, if I were sick, I'd want to be clean too. If their clean, it'll probably be easier for the medicine we've been putting on their faces to work…"

"Polysporn?" Daley correct.

Taylor nodded. "Yea, that stuff. It'll be better for it to work, and hey, maybe it'll help them get better!"

Daley sighed, and Taylor said "Let's at least air them out! Please Daley?"

Daley smiled, finally convinced, and Taylor said, "Yes! Let's do it."

Getting the sleeping bags out of the plane and hanging them up wasn't too hard, but Daley and Taylor had to figure out a way they were going to do this.

"Well, all the water is ready." Taylor said. "So, all we really need to do it…well…bathe them. God, I feel like a nurse."

"This was YOUR idea" Daley reminded her, and she stepped into the plane, and called to Taylor, "Why don't we do Lex first? He's smallest, and it'll be easier while we get the hang of it."

Taylor shrugged. "Fine by me."

They had managed to get Lex out of the plane without hurting him, and had him sitting in chair easily. The spots on his face looked more like scabs instead of raw, pink spots. Daley knew they had hurt him some thing awful, and was glad that they had finally started to scab over. She knew he was still sick though, for he had a high fever, and he kept puking.

"Ok, so…how are we going to do this?" Taylor asked, picking up a water jug.

Daley thought for a minute. "Go get a shirt."

"My shirt?" Taylor asked, looking horrified at the very idea of any item of her clothing coming in contact with some one sick.

"I don't care, just do it!"

Taylor ran to the tent, and grabbed one of Nathan's shirts. Hey- it was the first one she saw. Or…at least, that was what she'd tell Daley. She, Daley, and Jackson (when he wasn't sick) had decided to use the tent as a storage place so there would be more room inside the plane, but she and Daley were sleeping their too. They really didn't want to be exposed to the disease more than they had too.

She ran back, and gave the shirt to Daley. Daley looked up questioningly at Taylor, but decided not to ask, and soaked the shirt with water, and started dabbing at Lex's face.

"Oh, so it'll be like a sponge bath type thing?" Taylor asked, and Daley nodded. "That's what I was thinking. Hey, do you want to wash his hair?"

Taylor looked disgusted. "Since when did I become a hair dresser?"

"Since you came up with the idea to give the sickies a bath." Daley replied calmly.

Taylor just rolled her eyes, grabbed the bucket, and started to pour water onto Lex's head.

"Taylor!" Daley shouted, and Taylor looked up, still not ceasing the water flow.

"What?" She asked innocently.

"Your drenching Lex." Daley replied, trying to be calm.

Taylor stopped pouring the water. "Opps…sorry." She said, and Daley wasn't sure whether it was an accident or not.

"It's ok" She said, as Taylor grabbed the shampoo and started washing his hair.

When they were done, (they had towel dried his hair, and his clothes had been pretty much dried in the sun.)

"What do we do with him now?" Taylor asked, looked at the still unconscious Lex.

"We put him back, I guess." Daley said the most logical thing that came to mind, and Taylor nodded, but then said, "Wait! Why don't we put that polysci stuff on him?"

"Polysporn?" Daley corrected her again, and nodded. "That's a good idea. Go get the first aid kid.

Taylor nodded, and grabbed the first aid kit. When they had finished with Lex, they put him back in the plane, and grabbed Eric. They had done the exact thing with him (even though his spots were a different colour, they had still started to scab, and itch.)

They were just about to give Melissa her bath, when Daley said, "I have an idea!"

Taylor looked down at Melissa. "We take the culligen out of her lips?"

Daley stopped walking, and turned around. "What?"

"Well…those lips aren't natural!" Taylor said, but Daley shut her up with a look. "Sorry. You were saying?"

"Why don't we put a windbreaker over her so she doesn't get so wet!" Daley said, and ran back to the tent, grabbed a windbreaker, and slung it over Melissa.

"That makes sense." Taylor said, and they got to work. Then they put her back, and grabbed Jackson, repeating the same procedure. With a "Well, this isn't awkward" from Taylor, resulting in a giggle from Daley, they thought they were doing pretty good. Except, in the middle of Taylor washing his hair, he woke up.

"Melissa?" He asked, looking up at Taylor.

"No…I'm Taylor." She said, and stopped scrubbing.

"Oh." Jackson said, then slipped back into unconsciousness.

"Why culligen?" Taylor moaned to herself. Daley didn't say a word, she just kept washing Jackson's face.

"I mean, I love Melissa and all, but…gah!" Taylor said, and Daley chuckled. "Yea I feel like that with Nathan too."

Taylor rolled her eyes. "Yea, yea, your life is a sap story, you like a guy, he likes you back, oh no, the horror! Big whoop."

Normally, Daley would have been the last person she would have wanted to discuss this with…but she never would have thought she'd like Jackson. Or be stuck on a deserted island with five people she didn't particularly like. And a ten year old.

Daley didn't reply, and Taylor bit her tongue. 'This sucks.' She thought.

(A/N I hope you guys liked this chapter. I wanted to have some stuff with the other characters, and was just trying to let you know their not dead. Haha. And don't mind the culligen stuff…it's a joke between me and my friend. Oh, and I hope all you people that keep going I LOVE JACKSON/MELISSA! And JACKSON/MELISSA FOREVER! Hoping I'll catch on, liked the little bit with Jackson there. I, personally, like Jackson/Taylor, but you never know. God knows I don't. ;) Review! Thanks guys.)