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Stephen groaned as he slowly regained consciousness, the taste of saltwater sharp in his mouth. He blinked, his vision blurry, trying to focus his gaze. The plane was half-submerged in the water, its tail jutting out at an awkward angle. Waves lapped at the wreckage, carrying debris out into the open sea.
'Where's Lawrence?' he thought, forcing himself to focus. His muscles ached as he managed to get his seatbelt unhooked. His head throbbed, but he ignored it. Survival instincts kicked in.
"Lawrence!" he called out, his voice hoarse. There was no response. Panic flickered in his chest, but he pushed it down. 'Gotta find him. Can't leave him to drown.'
He stumbled through the tilted cabin, the water sloshing around his legs. He found Lawrence slumped over, still strapped into his seat, unconscious but breathing. Stephen cursed under his breath. "Kid, wake up!" he barked, slapping Lawrence's cheek. Nothing. 'Damn it.'
With a grunt, Stephen unbuckled Lawrence and hoisted him over his shoulder. The water was rising fast, and the plane was sinking. He had no time to lose. "Hang in there," he muttered, wading through the flooded cabin. He kicked open the emergency exit and clambered out, dragging Lawrence with him.
The water was cold, biting into his skin, but Stephen kept going. 'Just gotta get us to shore. Then we figure out what the hell to do next.'
He swam towards the shore, the weight of Lawrence making it difficult to stay afloat. His muscles burned with the effort, but he refused to stop. The island loomed ahead, a small stretch of sand and trees that offered their only hope of survival.
After what felt like an eternity, Stephen’s feet finally touched the sandy bottom. He staggered onto the beach, gasping for breath, and gently laid Lawrence down on the sand. He checked for a pulse. It was weak, but it was there. "Come on, kid. Don't even think about dying on me," Stephen muttered, shaking him lightly.