He should never have let you come along on this stupid mission.

One day away. That's how close they'd been to going home. To settling down, moving into a home together, having a child. It was all he wanted, to marry you. The pretty little nurse he'd met during his time in Vietnam, the one who'd saved his ass from stupid wounds more than a few times.

And of course you'd volunteered to come with them to Skull Island, for the mapping mission. Just in the off chance someone needed medical care- it was supposed to be a safety measure that wouldn't be needed. And yet, here you were.

Crashed. That's what had happened, when they'd woken up whatever freak of nature creature that had been cooking up on this island, King Kong. A giant ape. One that had hit their chopper straight from the sky, killing half the team and stranding the remainders across the island. With limited communication, minor rations, and now a whole fuck-ton of injuries and a destroyed chopper.