Chapter 285

"How is he?" Yvaine rolled her eyes at me while she peeled an apple with a knife. "Shouldn't you be more worried about yourself? The doctor said your fever nearly fried your brain." "I'm fine now," I said, though my voice was still hoarse. It had been three days since the rescue. The helicopter that had landed on the island hadn't been a rescue helicopter at all. It was a team of location scouts from a TV production crew, searching for a spot to film a survival reality show. The sudden storm had blown them off course and straight onto the island. But, as the saying goes, misfortune can be a blessing in disguise. Thanks to that storm, they had stumbled upon an ideal location that wasn't even on their list. With their help, Ashton and I were flown out and sent straight to the nearest hospital. I drifted in and out of consciousness on the journey, too feverish to keep track of anything. The next thing I remembered was Yvaine sitting at my bedside, her eyes red from crying. There was an IV