Remedy )))) ZACH MITCHELL, JURASSIC WORLD FANFIC

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The truth is, I never even knew I suffered from seasickness until today. Although, I've never been on a small boat in the middle of a large ocean until today either...

With every wave that crashes along the side of the boat, I can feel myself turning greener and greener. I swallow the small amount of vomit in my mouth while trying to keep my composure and simultaneously listen to the last minute instructions.

I'm trying to recall why I applied for this position in the first place. Sure...I'll get to live out my dream of seeing dinosaurs in real life, but that won't happen if I can't survive the trip there. Plus the reality of being cut off from the outside world for six months is starting to sink in.

When I heard through the grape vine that they were looking for a veterinarian to live on the island and take care of the creatures, I jumped at the chance. When I was nine, my parents surprised my brothers and I with a trip to Jurassic World, and I have been hooked ever since. I...love...dinosaurs.

I was assured that I would be safe. There had been no fatalities on the island since that fateful day seven years ago when the Indominus Rex escaped, causing a hail storm of chaos and death. I was brought back to reality by my companion's voice.

"Due to unexpected budget cuts, it will only be the two of you on the island." Wait...what is he talking about? I need to focus.

"Two of us?" I ask, confused. "I thought there would be a whole team there."

I did think it was odd that my supervisor, Barry, and I were the only passengers on the boat heading to the island. I was told there would be nine to ten of us working together.

He sighed, obviously losing patience with the fact that my sea-sickness was making it hard for me to concentrate. "Yes, that is the current situation at the island. However, we were forced to make some adjustments. We only have enough resources now for a team of two."

My nausea is returning, so I can only stare at him, hoping he will elaborate. "You will be joining Zach Mitchell. He has already been on the island for the last six months and has volunteered to stay another six."

He's willing to stay on the island, completely secluded from the world, for a whole year? This dude must have some issues.

"Okay," I manage to stammer, swallowing hard. "Do you mind if I lie down for a minute?"

I can tell he is fighting the urge to roll his eyes, probably wondering if I actually have what it takes to make it on the island. But he quietly leaves the room, giving me privacy.

I know it's time to pull on my big girl pants and get prepared. We have to be getting close to the island (I hope). Sea-sickness is simply mind over matter, right? But then I look down at my cot, and it looks so inviting. Okay. I'll get prepared later...

I fall asleep instantly. Trying to keep oneself from projectile vomiting for several hours is apparently exhausting. I get woken up by Barry knocking on my door.

"Ivy?" He hear through the door. "We're here."

My eyes pop open, and I jump up to a sitting position. "I'll be right out!"

I had envisioned standing on the boat deck, seeing the island in the distance, surrounded by water, before it slowly gets larger and larger, just like I did as a kid. I sprint out of my room and up the stairs, but when I reach the outside, I see that we are already docked.

Damn. I push down the feeling of disappointment I feel, and carry on. No use crying over spilt milk. Besides, I will be on this island for the next six months. I'm sure I will get to know it very well.