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You were stuck on some deserted, tropical island and just barely coping, along with many other of the plane crashed survivors. It has been a month now, and although people were getting used to island life, there were still dangers around every corner.

One of the many risks being illness. There was Jack, of course. A professional spinal surgeon and doctor. But having fevers was still dangerous and unwanted.

The one person you had really clicked with was Sawyer, the charming, southern con-artist. The two of you were sleeping together within the first two weeks.

It was night. Sawyer was sleeping beside you on your makeshift cot. Suddenly, he turned over and curled up to you. His breathing was congested, and he felt warm to the touch.