Again, I do apologize for the lack of updates! And as always, a big, BIG thanks to everyone who reads, and extra bigger thanks to everyone who reviews! I wanted to make this chapter longer, but as someone once told me, a small chapter is better than no chapter at all, right?

Enjoy :)

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Wilson knew that today was the day. Thanks to Cameron's fast-talking and clever intelligence, they were able to go back up again and to save time, he knew exactly where he was going. Whether it was because of his smart moves in mapping out the areas first, according to whether patterns and the drifting of the ocean that night, or that there was an invisible magnet pulling him in that direction. He didn't know which it was, but what he did know for sure was that House and Cuddy were on one of those islands out there. He just hoped that in the light, he could see if there was life on any of the islands, preferably one that held a healthy set of doctors hoping and praying to get off that island and go home.

Nonetheless, there was also another side of Wilson, the devil on the left shoulder if you will, that told him he was wasting him time, or that he was too late to save them. They were killed in the crash and he was just grasping at straws at this point. He listened to both sides the entire time, but today, he listened to the angel on the opposite shoulder, because this was the day they would either make or break it. And Wilson knew he would make it.

"Are you okay?" Cameron asked, lightly placing her hand over his knee.

Wilson let out the breath he was holding. "Yeah. I've never been this nervous before in my life."

He knew it was his last chance in going up there. Unless he wanted to dish out another hundred thousand dollars for this company's foundation, this was it. He wouldn't waste a second in doing so, but the next hundred grand is going to be a lot harder to come by than the first hundred grand. Wilson was worth a lot more than that, it was the matter of collecting the money where he was staying that was the issue. And he didn't want to wait any longer. He hoped that twelve hours in the sky would be enough for him to acquire the answers that he was looking for.

Sometimes Cameron felt that they were chasing ghosts. Another tedious day, stuck in an airplane for twelve hours wasn't exactly her cut of the cake, but she promised herself when she volunteered to go with Wilson that she would help him out in any way she could. Mostly she was just there for moral support. There's no way he could do this alone. He'd end up being fleeced out of his own clothing with the way he negotiates. But this was it. Their last chance was now.

"We'll find them," Cameron blurted involuntarily. She didn't mean to say that without proper proof.

Luckily, Wilson didn't dwell too much on those words. At least it didn't appear that he did.

"I hope so," he whispered, staring up at the roof of the plane. "God, I hope so."

Little did he know at that time, three hours later, they would be found.

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The plane was going an extraordinary speed of many miles per hour but to Cuddy, it looked as if it were in slow motion. But it did definitely see her waving like a mindless idiot with a huge grin on her face and tear soaked cheeks. Cuddy never felt more pathetic in her life and she could care less. Her knees trembled so much that they almost gave out.

The plane blocked her sunlight as it hovered over the island, looking for a proper place to land. The beach was huge, so it had many options. Cuddy backed off a little as it slowly came down. The wind from the propellers made her shield her eyes and tame her hair. She never took her eyes off the plane as it landed, even though they stung from the harsh winds. Good thing it rained the night before, otherwise there would be kicked up sand involved as well.

Who she saw jump out of the plane many feet away was a sight she never thought she'd see again, except for in her dreams. Her sobs came out more freely as he came closer and closer.

"Lisa!" Wilson shouted half way there, running like the wind.

She wanted to run after him, but couldn't find the strength, so she walked instead. It was definitely him, despite the blurry eyes, making his frame hard to see as it closed in on her.

Cuddy melted when he hugged her so hard that she was almost sure the arms around the back of her neck would pop her head off. Both of them were in messes as they hugged for what seemed like hours. Cuddy also felt another pair of arms around her from the side. They belonged to Cameron.

Was this a dream? It was too unrealistic to be realistic. Two people, especially her employees, don't just randomly drop from the sky with a means of transportation to go home after all this time and never hearing another plane in the area.

Wilson was so overcome with emotion that he couldn't speak. Cameron did all the talking.

"I can't believe it," she said, wiping tears away from her eyes. "What are the chances?" she added, following a chuckle.

Cuddy found herself grasping Wilson's arms to feel if he was really there, as if the giant hugs weren't enough proof. If this was a dream, it was very cruel. Wilson and Cameron assured her this wasn't a dream and that they were going back home.

Both of them were extremely thrilled and relieved to have found Cuddy that they didn't even think about House. Cameron was the first to look around and inquire about it. Wouldn't he have heard the plane coming and be out there with her?

Alarm splashed across Cuddy's face. She had forgotten about House too in the midst of this. She directed the two into the cave to find House curled up in a fetal position, moaning in pain, followed by a wince here and there. His body trembled.

"Cuddy…" he whispered, eyes closed and unaware of the events before him, "I'm cold."

Cuddy looked to Wilson, begging him with her eyes to save House. He left the cave to go back to the plane to tell the pilot while Cameron stayed in there with them.

She knelt down by House's side and placed her hand up against his forehead. "House, it's Cameron," she said. "Don't worry, we're going to get you out of here."

House's eyes opened in slits. A struggling sound came from his throat as he tried to speak. Cameron's heart dropped at this sight. Here she just got her two bosses back and was faced with the possibility of losing one.

"Don't try to speak. God, he's burning up," she said, holding onto his hand. She looked up to Cuddy. "How long as this been happening?"

Cuddy shook her head. "Less than a week. He has a fever, loss of appetite, the flu, nightmares…"

"The nightmares could be the result of the fever," she said, gently rubbing the pad of her thumb across the roof of his hand. "How severe are they?"

"He woke up one time in a panic because he thought someone was coming after him," Cuddy said, a tear falling down her cheek. "Since when is he afraid like that?"

Cameron looked up at Cuddy sympathetically. "Lisa, it's okay. We're here now. We have a medic on the plane in case we found you. From the looks of it, House will be okay with a shot of antibiotics."

"Yeah, if the source is from unclean water."

"It might be."

"It can't be!" Cuddy defended. "We boiled our water from the streambed; we had fresh water we kept in seashells."

"Did you boil it since day one?" Cameron continued when Cuddy became speechless, "Lisa, it could take weeks for salmonella to form symptoms. Some types of bacteria lay dormant for weeks without any. All it takes is for one sip from contaminated water."

"Then how come I'm not infected? We drank from the same streambed the first night nearly at the same time."

Cameron shook her head slowly. "For all we know, you could already be infected. The more active you are, the less chance you'll see symptoms forming right away. Salmonella spreads quicker through the bloodstream if your body isn't active."

Cuddy shook her head. Tears formed in her eyes. The overjoyed feeling of them being rescued and going home had suddenly vanished with the news on House. Salmonella bacteria wasn't fatal and it could be cured with antibiotics, but the way House looked now, he'd be lucky if he made it to the rescue plane alive! Cuddy's heart sank at the tiny grunts and groans House made when Cameron turned his body slowly onto its side. House involuntarily drew his knees up and hunched over into a fetal position and coughed, followed by a small whimper. That caused a tear to roll down Cuddy's cheek. Cameron looked up at Cuddy, eyes full of sympathy, as if she knew he wasn't going to make it.

"This is ridiculous!" Cuddy cried, throwing her arms out. She didn't like that look Cameron gave her. "It's just a bacteria influx! He's not going to die!"

Cuddy had to wonder if it was Cameron she was reassuring, or if it was herself.

"Lisa, I don't know for sure if that's what it is." Cameron kept her sympathetic tone. "I'm just guessing in theory on what I see for symptoms."

Just then, Wilson and the pilot came into the cave with first aid. A lot of good that would do. Cuddy found herself thinking exactly that. In fact, she also felt herself get a bit angry at the stalling.

"We really just need to leave," Cuddy said, trying to fight her tears.

The pilot was still in a bit of a state of shock. To him, it was almost as if Wilson knew where they were all along, for he found this place so well. The pilot honestly never expected to find anything. Now that he was standing two feet in front of a sick man no less, he really had no clue on what to do. His facial expressions showed it.

"I just fly planes!" he said when all eyes were on him.

House started to groan again, followed by a visible shiver.

"Let's carry him to the plane," Wilson said, wanting to get out of there as much as everyone else did. "Can you handle that?"
The Hawaiian pilot nodded hastily and handed the first aid kit off to Cameron anxiously.

"Be careful," Cuddy said, expressing huge concern and worry.

She watched the pilot lift House by his legs and Wilson lift House at the other end. She bit her lip nervously. Cameron stepped up carefully beside Cuddy and lightly rested her hand on her shoulder.

"You okay?" she asked timidly.

Cuddy shook her head and brushed a tear away. "No. I don't understand it. Three days ago he was fine. I mean, he started feeling a little dizzy and not so hungry, but I never thought he'd end up like this. It doesn't even look like he has the strength to turn over on his own."

Cuddy was completely distraught over this. Cameron had to wonder what really happened between them in the short time they were together on the island. The way Cuddy was behaving, it's clearly something big. But that would have to wait.

Cameron lend a arm to Cuddy, helping her out of the cave.

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Okay, next chapter, I vow to get them off this island! Suggestions? Comments? Tell me! The only way I can improve is if I'm informed! Thanks for reading :)