(A/N Hey guys! Sorry that its been so long since Ive updated, really I am! My computers haven't been working, and mine still isn't, I'm on my dads, haha. Any who, I was reading my story and I noticed a lot of gramar mistakes, and also, I skipped Day 24. But what ever, I'll probably go back and fix those things before I hit the little complete button. So yea, thanks for putting up with that. Yea, so, I won't keep you waiting any longer! Heres the story!)

Taylor was sitting in the plane, wondering why her life was so sucky. She decided she didn't want to be alone ouside any longer, and she had finished boiling all the water, and she had even made some food for herself. She had been sleeping in the tent, but now she was pretty afraid, and decided she'd chance her health and sleep in the plane. She would have gotten her sleeping bag a while ago, but she was too scared to move. After she finished her 'meal' and her water, she basically had gotten into a comfortable position, and stayed there, for what seemed like forever.

She was sitting in a little ball, rocking back and forth, shaking. She had never been more terrified in her life. She had no one to talk to, nothing to do, and she hated it. She felt like she was going insane! At least when Daley was well, she had some one to talk to. But now, every time she opened her mouth, she felt crazy, like she was talking to herself.

She suddenly felt freezing. She started moving her hands up and down her arms, trying to warm herself up, but stopped when she felt some thing slimy and gross. She looked at her hand, and saw a big gob of gooey, clear spit. She was guessing it was spit, any ways. And she wasn't totally sure how it got there. But then it dawned on her that it was probably the beast. "Ew...gross." She mumbled to herself, and was just about to wipe it on her pants, when she got an evil smirk on her face.

Why wipe this nasty liquid on HER 60 dollar pants, when she could wipe it on some one else...say, Melissa?

Taylor knew she was going crazy, she really did, but she crept up to Melissa any ways, and wiped it on her arm. And within the next few seconds, Melissa rolled her face right into her arm. And the spit.

Taylor made a face, instantly feeling bad. But then she just shrugged off the feeling. Actually, she felt less scared. She almost felt like laughing. And she did. Soon enough, she had tears, rolling down her face, and she was literally, rolling around on the floor of the plane, laughing. Her stomache hurt, and she felt like she couldn't breathe, but she didn't care.

When she had finally stopped laughing, she felt a lot better, and a lot less scared. She really, really felt better. She went outside, and sat down by the fire, which was still going, surprisingly. She put her head down on the ground, and before she knew it, she was passed out.

End of day 26

Day 27

"Taylor...TAYLOR!"

Taylor felt some one poking her shoulder, and then heard some one calling her name.

"WHAT?" She snapped, and sat up, rubbing her eyes. She was face to face with Melissa. And then she screamed.

And Melissa screamed back.

"What are you doing?" Taylor asked Melissa, staring at her face. She looked incredibly healthy. In fact, she looked like she hadn't been sick at all. You were just sick, like...two hours ago!" She said, not realizing that the night had already passed and it was a new day.

"I know!" Melissa said, and then looked away. "I guess I'm better." She stood up, and went to sit at the other side of the fire.

Taylor stood up, and stared down at Melissa. "Dude, what's your problem?" She asked rudely, and Melissa stood up, too.

"What do you mean?" Melissa asked, just as rudely.

"Well, I mean, honestly Melissa, I know you like Jackson and every thing, but he's just a guy! I don't see why you have to get so bent out of shape about all this. The truth of the matter is that me and him are probably not going to be friends once we get off this island!" Taylor took a breath, but before Melissa could reply, she continued, "I really don't get why we have to argue over some thing as trivial as a guy when you were just like, deadly sick, and we still have five people who are sick! And we really need to figure out how to cure them...and how you got cured!"

Melissa looked at the ground. She knew Taylor was right. She was a selfish, backstabbing, boystealing bitch, but she was right. "Ok, fine." She said, looking up. "I'll set aside this problem for now. But your not forgiven." Melissa didn't really know why she was being so mean to Taylor. She guessed it was a little bit of payback for all the mean things Taylor had done to her over the years. And also because, she really liked Jackson. And Taylor knew that. She really felt like Taylor had gotten close to him just to hurt her.

Taylor scoffed. "I never apologized!"

Melissa huffed. "Fine!"

"Fine!" Taylor huffed back at her. "After every one else is cured, we go back to fighting!"

Then both sat down at the same time, and crossed their legs. Then they sat in silence for the next ten minutes, the only sound was the crackle of the fire that was sitting between them.

Finally Melissa broke the silence. "So...I got the illness, huh?" She asked.

Taylor sighed. "Yep."

"And I take it every one else got it, too?"

"Yep."

Melissa chewed on her lip thoughtfully. "Did you already have it?"

Taylor looked up at her in surprise. "What?"

"Did you get the disease already?"

Taylor picked up a chunk of hair and started playing with it. "No."

Melissa's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. "Well...then...you were taking care of every one by yourself?"

Taylor sighed. "Yea, I did. For a few days, any ways." And then she launched into her story. She told Melissa how Jackson fell ill, even though Daley and Jackson thought she would. She told Melissa about the fight between her and Daley, bathing every one (at this point Melissa couldn't hide her amusement), and she told her about Daley getting sick, and having to take care of every one. She told Melissa about the beast, and even admitted wiping the spit on Melissa's shirt.

Melissa was silent, and Taylor took in a deep breath and said, "I'm really glad that your not...you know, sick any more." Melissa looked really surprised. Taylor smiled a slight smile. "Yea, I've never been more scared in my entire life."

(A/N Well, there you have it! Lol, I am really sorry that it took so long, and I tried to make the chapter some what longer, but there you go. I hope you like it, even though it is pretty crazy. Get excited for the next chapter, because theres going to be lots of drama, as well as action. Wa-hoo! Oh, and also, I'm going to be putting up another story for Flight 29 Down, its going to be where the people on the island either get off the island, and are putting on a Shakespears play, or maybe they'll do it on the island? Who knows, what do you guys think? But yea, check that out when I post it. But, yea, review please, I'd apprieciate so much! And I promise I'll update faster this time. Thanks guys!)