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Lawrence’s eyelids fluttered, and he let out a weak groan. "Stephen…? What… what happened?" His voice was barely more than a whisper.
Stephen breathed a sigh of relief. "We crashed," Stephen said bluntly, sitting back on his heels, trying to catch his breath. "We're on some island now, and the plane’s at the bottom of the ocean. You're lucky I pulled you out in time."
"An island? And... my plane what?!" Lawrence coughed and sputtered, his eyes widening with confusion and panic. "You’re kidding, right?"
"Do I look like I’m kidding?" Stephen rolled his eyes, already tired of Lawrence's whining. "Focus, kid. We’ve got bigger problems right now than your damn plane."
Lawrence huffed indignantly, trying to look tough despite his obvious fear and confusion. "We have to get out of here. Call someone, get a rescue team or something." He winced, pushing himself up to sit, wincing at the light.
Stephen snorted, shaking his head. "And how do you suppose we do that, genius? The radio's at the bottom of the ocean along with everything else." He looked out at the ocean, noting the debris floating further away. "We need to find shelter, fresh water, and food. Then we can worry about finding a way off this island."
Lawrence huffed indignantly, trying to look tough despite his obvious fear and confusion. "This is all your fault! You said everything was fine!" He glared at Stephen accusingly, like a child blaming an adult for breaking a toy. "I didn’t sign up for this, you know. I’m not some damn Boy Scout like you. This isn’t supposed to be my problem."
Stephen turned away, his attention back on the jungle. "Stay here," he ordered. "I'm going to scout ahead, see if there's anything useful. Don't wander off."
"Don't tell me what to do," Lawrence snapped, his frustration bubbling over. "I'm not a child, Stephen. I can take care of myself."
"Yeah, sure," Stephen muttered under his breath as he walked away, disappearing into the trees. 'Spoiled brat,' he thought, shaking his head. 'Doesn't even realize how good he's had it.'
Left alone on the beach, Lawrence sat there, seething. 'How dare he talk to me like that?' he thought angrily. 'I paid for that plane. I pay his salary. He should be treating me with respect.'