Sasha Lennors's Story

Sasha stumbled around on the beach, looking for others. He had been awake for an hour already. His hand had been attached to his face this whole time, trying to surpress the pain from the bash his head had taken.
His hand covered his right eye, and his fringe lied over his hand again. There was a little blood streaming down his face, but it wasn't too serious. He had managed to grasp the entire situation, remembering all that had happened.
It wasn't exactly like he wanted to remember.. All the screams had scared him beyond imagination. He heard someone shouting not far away. He saw a boy on the ground, and another one jogging towards him.
He hurriedly stumbled towards them and recognized the injured boy. It was Damien. Sasha didn't really know a lot of his classmates, but he had noticed Damien a little more than everyone else. Peter was also there now, helping out.
"H-how is he?" Sasha stuttered to Peter, looking pretty nervous. He let his hand slide from his face, and his currently dark blue hair fell down in front of his eyes, and the blood streamed down his face a little faster than before.

"Damien! Damien! Where are you?" A voice shouted from the far distance and Damien frowned, trying to remember who was speaking to him. His mind was too hazy to focus properly and it was taking all his strength not to fall again and hit his head somewhere else. Where was he? He heard something like waves crashing to the shore...Was he at the beach? He coughed up some more blood, the scent of blood made him want to empty his stomach...There were footsteps...whose footsteps-

" Damien… don't move you are just making yourself sick,"

A voice said next to his ear and Damien flinched...he had seen a blurry figure but he didn't know that the figure was that close. Who was that? Damien narrowed his eyes and tried to look at the figure...His appearance, his voice...Peter!. Damien coughed and took a deep breath, trying to calm his heart down and at the same time, trying to focus on his classmate "...Peter....wh-where a-are we? I c-can't s-see...my g-glasses a-are broken...w-where is everyone else?" He asked before coughing again...His chest hurt...his ribs must have been broken or something...God dammit...if only he could see where he was...

"H-how is he?"

Another voice asked and this time, Damien recognized the voice almost immediately...It was Sasha...another classmate of his...He seemed to be talking to Peter at this moment but Damien tried to cut him off...he needed to know the current situation because he couldn't even remember what had happened "...I t-think m-my r-ribs a-are b-broken...and m-my head m-must h-have hit something...It h-hurts and t-there's a l-lot of blood...w-what h-happened? I c-can't see..." Damien stumbled on his words, obviously panicked because of their current situation...where was everyone else? Were they alone?

Sasha looked more worried after hearing Damien speak. He was basically panicking. He looked over at Peter, then back to Damien.
"We should probably take a look at you. You'll be fine, okay? Do you remember what happened?"
As Sasha spoke, he frequently lifted his head to scout around the waterline. After looking for a while, he had noticed several people in the distance. He now and then hear people shouting.
They were all obviously disturbed by their current situation. Sasha just managed to focus his eyes enough to see someone emerge from the water. One more had made it out.
Sasha felt a little releaved. He didn't really have any close relationship with any of his classmates, but the fact that at least some of them were safe made him feel a little more calm.
He had to make sure Damien was ok, too.

"We should probably take a look at you. You'll be fine, okay? Do you remember what happened?" Sasha asked and Damien shook his head tiredly "...n-no...I don't remember...much...we were...in a plane...and..." He paused, trying to search for more information "...and I-I t-think I w-was reading a book...with Sandy...and t-there's..." He gasped his head in pain as he tried to fill in the blanks "...and the-there's a b-big n-noise...w-what happened?" He paled as he remembered his girlfriend - Sandy. Did she-? Could she-? He grasped the nearest person near him, which happened to be Peter and he said, almost pleadingly..."...what about Sandy?....where's she? p-please t-tell me s-she ma-makes it..." He coughed and looked around wildly and depressedly, trying to search for the girl he loved "...Sa-sandy? S-sandy? S-sandy?..." He called out, his heart filled with hope...and fear.

"S-sandy?" Sasha listened to Damien's fearful voice. He looked at him with a painful expression as he grasped onto Peter. The screams from before entered Sasha's head once again.
"I should stay quiet. But what will Peter say? I don't want him to give him any false hope. It helps for a while, but.." Sasha thought to himself. The pain that comes after your false hope gets crushed.
Just like his sister. His older sister who had always taken care of Sasha, making sure he was safe, acting as a guardian. "She's going to be ok," they'd told him. Sasha decided to stay quiet, waiting for Peter to say something.

"Damien don't talk so much, save yourself for healing or your chances of joining the soon to be established graveyard of this god forsaken island may be a few cords higher." said peter trying to distract Damien from the setuation to avoid panic.

Peter heard Damien speak; first he was retelling the events leading to the crash,to the best of his ability, that was a good sign at least his brain wasn't royally buggered.

Then Damien started saying a name repeatedly, Sandy… Peter vaguely remembered the girl, was she the body he saw in the water?.

Peter was about to rip himself apart by speaking a lie or at least not telling the truth when Sasha saved him from the disgrace.
Peter could not let him bare such a burden alone and spoke in a voice not his own.

"Yes…. we will find her Damien don't worry about her, save your strength and brace yourself, this might hurt.

Peter knew he must stop the bleeding or Damien would bleed to death.
Having nothing better to use Peter cut his shirt using the sharpest stone he could find.
Peter took a measure of the makeshift bandage and wrapped it tightly around Damien's wounded head after cleaning the wound to the best of his ability.

All Peter could think at that moment was how lucky he had a dense shirt and not a summer shirt that could not stop any kind of bleeding; at least it might prove some use against the bleeding.

Turning to Sasha Peter only said "are you all right? Do you have any serious wounds? If you are up for it go find more survivors and come back here as soon as possible.

We need to know how many people are lightly hurt and can help treat the wounded and how many are badly hurt are require immediate attention."

Seeing the confused and anxious look on Sasha's face Peter knew he had to use the bully in him this time.

"What are you looking at? start running! I will look after Damien!

"Remember to come back as soon as possible, if he is up to it we need to move Damien along with all who are badly hurt into a centralized area so we can treat everyone properly. NOW GO!" Peter shouted.

"Yes.. We will find her, Damien, don't worry." Sasha clenched his fists and looked down at the ground as Peter spoke. It wasn't what Sasha was hoping for. It would make everything worse for Damien.
The strained look on Sasha's face only made the wound bleed faster, and blood was streaming down his face even more than before. He looked up at Peter as he was told to look for other survivors. He tried to surpress the pain
in his forehead. He looked at Peter with an anxious look, and then he nodded an 'Ok' to him. He started walking, before he stopped, his back facing Peter. He said as low as he could, but making sure Peter could hear it.
"The pain is unbearable, you know. When you think they're ok, but they're not. It's on you, now.. the pain Damien will experience when he finds out the truth." Sasha looked down a little sad, but he started walking.
After a while he could barely make out the figures of several people on the beach. There was a lot of commotion, and it seemed like some of them were fighting. He picked up his pace, walking towards them.
"Hey!"

Damien's eyes shone brightly with hope as he heard Peter spoke. Well, that must mean Sandy was alright, right? Could he go find her now? He looked around and realized that he was still half-blinded. Sighing softly, Damien nodded his head, accepting his fate. Well, there was nothing he could do to change the situation now...he hoped Sandy wouldn't be mad at him for not trying to find her...she must be safe until he was well enough to find her...she must. He flinched again as he felt Peter did something to his forehead...Oh, he was just trying to bandage his wounds. Damien stopped struggling as he sat there, folding his hands in his lap and looked around nervously. He still couldn't see anything because of the lack of his precious glasses and by the sound he was hearing, it seems they were...near the sea. Too bad the situation wasn't what they had hoped in the first place. He muttered under his breaths "...This is disaster..." Touching Peter's arm lightly, Damien asked "...u-uhm...Peter? C-can you...uhm...would you m-mind...uhm...finding...uhm..." He played with the hem of his shirt shyly and gestured toward his eyes, indicated that he wanted to find another pair of glasses "...I'm h-half-blind r-right now..."

He struggled to stand up as he gripped Peter's shirt tightly for balance. Finally, after what seemed like hours to Damien, the teen managed to stand on his own. He looked around again and spoke, his mind became less hazy and it was easier to think now...probably due to the fact that his wounds had stopped bleeding...He coughed, trying to clear his voice "...u-uhm...c-can you s-see a b-brown b-bag n-nearby?...I-it's m-my b-bag and we might f-find s-something t-that c-can be u-used..." He looked at the direction Sasha had gone and he narrowed his eyes, trying to find his friend "...u-uhm...Sasha has gone?..." He asked Peter and bit his lip, deep in thought...."If we're really lucky and we manage to find my bag...there's a book in it about plants...we can use it to find something to eat..."

Ashton was in disbelief that his attack had been taken so lightly. With a frustrated cry, he wriggled from Akita's grasp, twisting clumsily into the sand in front of the senior, a hand on the ground to steady himself. "Y-you!" A fresh flush of hatred bubbled up inside him as he surveyed the towering upperclassman, who now reminded him of a certain older brother who always beat him in wrestling and fistfight matches. His brother would effortlessly throw him down, exhausted, to simmer in his own frustrations at his weakness. In middle school, the kids had been easy enough to pick off, but highschoolers... He scowled, eyes bright with dislike, "I hate you! Coward! Fight me!"

Glancing down at his skinny arms, he suddenly felt his inferior size. To his dismay, he had to tilt his head upward to peer into the Asian-Caucasion's face, who was taller than he had appeared from a distance. Ashton was not short, but he wasn't tall enough. The sun's heat dripped sweat down his back, and he was still exhausted from the swim to shore. Akita breathed heavy, uneven breaths, a thick soreness spreading in his limbs. Without knowing it, his arms were trembling with a sealed memory. The eyes...Ashton shook his head furiously again, flicking water droplets everywhere like a dog. The image died down. He had to fight to forget it. His courage restored, he hopped into a hapkido fighting stance, trying to poise his arms intimidatingly.
Although the boy knew that he couldn't get very far, he did not want to act like a coward and back down from a fight. A fight that he had started, too. Wait, why am I?... A moment of confusion. No, he's a dick, Ashton thought, remembering the disdainful way Akita had handled him, the way he had caught and pinched him. His cheek throbbed with a newborn bruise. Just one more time...I'll get him.In his self-absorbed bubble, he only saw Akita and his own bruised ego. I hate him!

"Hey!" The voice rang in his ear, and he turned annoyedly to see a boy watching him. He searched his memory for a name, and remembered that his name was Sasha. He grinned both charmingly and idiotically and jeered, "Hey you! Isn't Sasha a girl's name?!" Unafraid that the slight boy would recoil, he turned back to Akita.

"Hey!! You know how I got this?" he screamed, pointing at his triple scarred cheek, "It's from a bear!" With a running charge, Ashton attacked Akita for the second time, swinging his leg in a wide 180 degree ark to strike his chest. The wind roared in his ears and he gasped from sheer joy as his heel felt flesh.

Akita watched as the short tanned boy twisted out of his hold. He flared his nose slightly in entertained disbelief as the tiny figure became unbalanced and winded up tumbling to the ground, but merely catching his weight with a sand dusted hand planted into the ground. He snorted and thought of him as one of those super annoying brats that would get on his nerves and fight to show off in front of people. Never really understanding why they acted that way, Akita had always tried to avoid those type of people. Imagining himself in that state of mind was strange and impossible. He had been an only child and quite spoiled by his grandmother before she had gotten sick. An above average look, he was able to act the way he wanted to without any consequences and you could say that he became full of himself at times, but not enough to go out of hand. Never given a good reason to fight, he tried to stay away from that type of atmosphere as much as possible, but seeing such a young kid acting that way just perked his interest.

Turning his attention back to the group, he let the crazy 'monkey' cool down for a sec. "Shit,we need to find somewhere dry. Or else i'm gonna freeze", Akita nodded his head in agreement. He shoved his frigid hands into his pockets in an attempt to heat them up a bit. "Yeah, we all need to find a place to stay warm or we'll all die of hypothermia out here", he replied as he shuffled uncomfortably at the thought. The time had flew by quite quickly and it wouldn't be too long till the sun's heat would no longer be in their aid. The longer they stood their doing nothing, the colder the temperature seemed to get. "We need to start moving quickly..", he said aloud. 

Looking over at Silas, he noticed he seemed to have some ideas in mind. "Plan something with the group while I-", his sentence was abruptly cut off when a sudden surge of a strong kick was shot directly at his cut. Akita's body was sent tumbling backwards a good two meters. He landed with a thud on his side as unbearable pain spread from the cut all over his body. The impact of the young boy's foot had been strong enough to re-open his healing cut which caused a dangerous amount of blood to slowly inch its way out of the large opening. "Gaaauuhhww...", Akita groaned as he drowned in sheer anguish. He glanced down at his hand which was stained with his blood along with his shirt. His eyes scanned the piece of clothing as he watched the scarlet red hue start to run up the surrounding area of the previously white shirt and infect all parts with its contagious warning color. 'God damn it, that little...', he cursed mentally as his body curled into a half fetus like position, both hands clutching his chest. "Fuck!", his vision began to blur as his eyes began to water up a bit, but not because he was crying, it was from the soul crushing pain. Though it was probably freezing outside, his body felt an instant wave of heat, probably a side effect of the wound and his body getting injured in such a way.

 

Silas' thoughts were again interrupted by the Ashton kid. Observing in near disbelief, he saw Akita crumble to the ground in rensponse to Ashton's brutal kick. Silas immediately stood up and looked at Akita concerned, then striked his gaze to Ashton. "What's your problem?" Silas sternly dictated to Ashton. "I don't know if you hadn't noticed, but we just survived a hellish crash that nearly killed us. The last thing we need is more injuries." Taking his eyes to Akita again, Silas observed his bleeding. God damn it Ashton. Thoughts were racing through Silas' head at a thousand miles per hour, when he noticed the blue haired addition to the group. It was Sasha. Again, he didn't know this student well either, but knew his name. "Sasha, did you come alone? Are there more survivors back there?" Looking back over to the three girls, Silas was about to execute his quickly thought plan. "We need to help Akita closer to the tree line. I'm going to find a good place to set up camp, then we'll find a way to start a fire." He then turned back to Sasha. "Are there any more survivors?"
If only he had his lighter, he always carried it around. He felt rather stupid searching for it earlier when he realized you obviously can't bring a lighter on a plane.

"Sasha! Isn't that a girls name?" Sasha clenched his fist and pulled is fringe down towards his eyes, hiding his now rosy cheeks. He mumbled something in Russian, as he had learned a lot in his spare time.
After looking down for a good 30 seconds, he looked back up when he saw Akita crashing to the ground. He shook his fringe away and jogged towards them. His shy personality disappeared for a while.
"Are you mentally defficient or something? He's injured, damn it!" he yelled at the delinquent boy, Ashton. He turned his face towards Silas as he asked him if there were any more survivors.
"I.. Peter sent me over to look for more survivors.. Damien is badly hurt.. Probably mentally hurt in not too long, too. We should get the injured further in on the island, and.. Yeah, Silas, is it? We should go together and look
for more survivors. You seem more competent than.." he looks at the group of people around him, especially at Ashton. "Well, never mind, we should get going. We'll have the others take the wounded, and someone should go back and
get Peter and the others." He looked back at where he had left Damien and Peter. For some reason he was really worried about Damien, more than anyone else. He seemed so fragile, somewhat like himself.

When Ashton first saw Akita crash to the ground, he felt the wild exhileration of triumph, like a protagonist that had defeated a dragon with a fatal crushing blow. I did it! He couldn't believe that his kick had actually worked. An arrogant snort puffed fro his nostrils, his ego inflating substantially. Eying the fallen body that was crumpled in a fetal position, he advanced a few steps curiously, surprised that the noble-looking boy hadn't regained his footing. Tears seemed to be springing from Akita's eyes. Did it hurt that much? He bent slightly to inspect him intensely, and tumbled back in shock. Blood!
The scarlet hue was spreading and thickening a once spotless white shirt, and it was blatant that the senior was severely suffering internally. "H-how?" Ashton gasped, "I couldn't have...how?" Suddenly the sight of the red fluid renewed memories of the plane, the sea water thick with the blood of his best friend, his... Ashton ripped at his hair, falling to the ground, unable to tear his eyes away from Akita's shirt. He fell hard onto the sand and yelped breathily in pain, pushing back as if to escape the sight. Suddenly, it occured to him where he was. He turned, surveying the scenery and saw the wounded everywhere.

"I don't know if you hadn't noticed, but we just survived a hellish crash that nearly killed us. The last thing we need is more injuries." Sila's words of wisdom stabbed him like a razor blade and he twitched as if he had been slapped. Shame soaked him to the core. He turned sheepishly, and heard another voice scream at him. "Are you mentally deficient or something? He's injured, damn it!" It was Sasha, that girly boy. Shut up, twerp, he thought angrily. In anger, he sprang to his feet, an angry fist raised, and advanced a step toward Sasha, who, standing next to Silas, had glanced at him hatefully. Ashton opened his mouth as if to make a sharp rebuttal, but his jaw closed speechlessly, his eyes wide in terror. All he could see was Sasha, broken and bleeding. Instead, he flashed a middle finger at the blue-haired boy, sticking out a bubble-gum tongue. Pink lips scowled fiercely, his umber hair bristling like a cornered wildcat.
"Come on,guys the less wounds and fights we have the better. And you try and contain yourself." Stealing a glance at the girl, he flushed like a tomato. A girl, now. What was her name again? He hated to be told what to do, and sneered at her, turning away from embarassment. With all this negative attention directed at him, this had to be his worst self-made predicament yet. He had created other injuries in the past, but none so serious. He found that he was trembling all over with the severity of his sin. Harboring a good degree of hesitation, he let his eyes linger back to Akita. The blood was spreading by the minute. The white shirt was like blood-soaked snow; Akita was swimming and drowning in the hot hue. If nobody does anything, he's going to die!

Ashton felt a trembling hand grapple at his khaki's. Then, hardly knowing what he was doing, he tore his pants from the knee down, until his right bronzed leg was bare. He stared uncomprehensibly at the strip of cloth in his hand. Confusion. Suddenly, an epiphany winked him into consciousness, forcing him into a heavy sneeze. Oh! I have to stop the blood.
In an instant he was at Akita's side, glancing nervously at Silas. His strip of cloth was pressed against his chest as if to hide it, and he trailed an unsteady hand onto Akita's bloody shirt, lifting it slightly. "Let..." In indecision, his fingers dropped it. A strong desire to run froze his limbs. To no one in particular, he pleaded hoarsely, "Let...me help."

Silas nodded and said, "Yeah, let's go," to Sasha's suggestion of finding others. Turning then back to Ashton, astonishment struck Silas in his sudden change of heart. "Let me...help," he said. Thinking it over for a few moments, Silas contemplated possible outcomes to this situation. What if he goes haywire again? By the looks of it he has a short temper. Sighing deeply Silas agreed with Prodigy. "Okay, Ashton, you can find Peter and Damien while me and Sasha go looking for survivors." I don't trust him with Akita, Silas thought. Turning bak to Prodigy, Lina, and Reason, Silas then told them help Akita and head closer to the trees to find a good campsite, then they'll all rendezvous after everyones regrouped. He hoped Lina was alright, they didn't need more severely injured people if they wish to survive. Silas looked at the sky again. The sun wasn't visible behind the heavy clouds that shrouded it. Looking over to Akita, it was obvious he was in severe pain. "We need to move fast," Silas cautioned. Motioning towards the other side of the coast Silas said, "Alright Sasha, let's check over there."
This side to Silas was new to him. He always heard about how you act different in times of danger and survival. He didn't want to make himself the "leader", but everyone else seemed shooken up.

Reason watched events unfold around her with a blurry acceptance as she sunk into a numb state. Others arrived helping Lina, that was good, more survivors flocked in, though most were bloody. She had been mentally fine moments before, but seeing the injuries everyone else had made her come to terms with everything. Oh God, I can't believe this... so many dead, and of these people, almost all of them are hurt...
She was lucky. As far as she knew, her only injury was a cut on her head, that was already dried and scabbed over.
She could hardly see. A commotion went into play around her, but Reason just sat and counted grains of the coarse sand.
102, 103,104,105....
Finally, Reason lifted her head, eyes popping as she saw a boy she knew as Akita, doubled in pain after being attacked by a smaller boy, Ashton. Others stood around, some she didn't know the names of. A girl walked over and yelled at them. Reason quickly followed, arriving to hear Ashton hesitantly offering help and the girl agreeing. quietly. Reason did a double-take on the crumpled Akita. He was bleeding heavily.
"Um..." Reason began, looking to the girl. "I kinda wasn't watching... I mean...." Reason cleared her throat. "What happened?"
She was already running through possible plants and herbs that could help staunch bleeding, and may be able to be found in the woods of the island.
Another boy began to take lead. Silas, Reason thought his name was. She nodded in agreement, glad someone was taking charge.
"Um, if you want me to run ahead and check, the forest might have some herbs that can help Akita, and anyone else whos bleeding. I know some stuff about plants and... yeah."

((I've been at parties, sorry lol. I've been kinda out of it, so I'm just kinda jumping in on the action lol.))

With Sasha trailing along behind him, Silas continued on down the beach, turning around a few times making sure he was alright. Silas almost forgot about the gash on his arm that was bleeding earlier. Noticing that the blood flow ceased, he became relieved. Silas paused and looked behind him towards the group. They were a good distance away, as they have been walking for at least six minutes down the beach. He continued walking again, occasionally gazing at the sky. It was getting darker and colder, which meant time was running out.

A few moments later, Silas noticed a figure holding something in the distance. It was a survivor! He or she was holding some sort of thing that Silas couldn't make out. "Hey!!" Silas called out to the figure.

Sasha followed Silas further down the beach. After a while, his pacing slowed and his steps became clumsy. It didn't feel like the wound in his forehead was too bad, but he felt dizzy. Was it the blood loss?
Surely he couldn't have lost that much blood, could he? He put a hand to his head and looked forwards, noticing a silhoutte of a person. "Hey!!", Silas called out. Sasha straightened his back, ready to run over to the boy.
He took one large step and suddenly collapsed to the ground. He barely managed to hold his arms out in front, and he landed on the side. Blood was steadily dripping onto the sand from his forehead. Was this wound not even going to
heal just a little? He lay there, sideways, his mouth open. Some blood split and went another way, dripping into his mouth. "S-s-sila.." Sasha couldn't push it out. He couldn't say a word, he just lay there completely still. His vision started
to blur. "I'm being a nuisance again.. I'm not able to help.. I'm just in the way.. again." He thought. He tried to move, but he couldn't.

Just as Silas was about to rush towards the survivor in the distance, Sasha crumpled to the ground. Hearing the sharp thud, Silas quickly whirled around and glanced at him. "Sasha??" Silas yelled. He was stiff as a plank on the sand. No, no, no, no, no, no, Silas thought. This wasn't going well. First Ashton's crazed attacks, now Sasha is injured. Running to Sasha then abruptly kneeling next to him, Silas shook his body, his hair full of sand. He didn't respond. Thank god he was breathing, but slightly. He may have a concussion, Silas thought. That was the worst case scenario. Standing up, Silas yelled at the survivor in the distance. "Hey, you!! Come here and help me!" Hoping that the survivor would hear him, Silas yelled again. Come on, hear me. He couldn't just leave Sasha here.

All the things that had happened after he half passed out was all a blur. His eyes were half closed and he couldn't see past the wetness of his eyes which he tried to rub off, but more water just kept replacing the ones that left. Not able to explain why, again his mind felt detached from his body as various comments and actions happened all around him. Before he knew it Ashton was trying desperately to help him. If he had the energy to say something he would have said 'Fuck off' or 'Get away', but all he could manage we're long groans and moans of pain and confusion. He felt the uncomfortable wet shirt being removed as the two began to treat his wound. Laying still, wincing and whining every few seconds was all he could do. It wasn't long till he felt them bandage his injury up which helped stop some blood.

Akita's mind felt lost and he was lightheaded. Nausea started to kick in and be up chucked into his mouth, but without hesitation he swallowed the load in pure disgust. His vision started to clear as his body put up a defense mechanism of some sort for him to suddenly stop feeling the pain so he wouldn't freak out. Before he knew what was happening the group started to separate and he saw the little kid dash away like a mad cow, leaving his wounded body open and vulnerable. 'Where the hell did everybody go?', he thought in disbelief that everyone had stranded him there. Akita lay there and didn't move an inch. Someone was probably busy fixing something up, they wouldn't leave him in such a bad state, would they?

((I was only gone for a few hours and so much things happened already xD ))

Ashton was scowling at his own cowardice when he noticed the two boys, after some kind of dispute, break apart, the thinner boy stumbling away with a fierce expression on his face. Ashton slowed as the boy came into view and finally halted to a stop several yards away. "...A-ashton? It's A-ashton, right?...WHERE ARE YOU?"
"I'm right in front of you, you dweeb!" Ashton called irritatedly. What was he? Blind? He grumbled under his breath, and creeped forward slowly toward the gray-haired boy. Suddenly he heard a thud, and twisted his head toward the source like a shocked deer, and saw Sasha crumpled on the ground, blood leaking from a wound. Luckily, Silas was there. Wasn't that....girly boy?Shit shit shit. Not another one.
"Damien, right? Listen, we've got to--" Ashton froze. Damien was only a few feet away from him now. With the dim light of the sun, which was slowly ebbing down the horizon, all the details suddenly became crystal clear. The numerous cracks spider-webbing his glasses. And the blood. The fear sprung up in him again, and for a few seconds all he could do was stare at the Damien's concussion. The blood was dripping from Damien's head like a fricken waterfall. Ashton's heart pounded deafeningly; he stared and gasped. It was serious. And there was so much blood.

Too many people were dropping down half-dead around him. It was easy enough to dress Akita's wound, as he was unconscious and Ashton could squint his eyes and look away. But to sit down and help the boy, who was awake and breathing, and could yelp in pain or criticize him, it was too much of a daunting task. Ashton had never been a caretaker; the thought of it shook him into convulsions of embarassment. And he couldn't stand the blood.
Ashton's mouth was dry for a moment. "Ah...You.." He couldn't look at the blinded boy. Then, after a moment of indecision, he turned and began to run away, kicking up sand as he did. Suddenly, an idea popping up, he skidded to a stop, almost falling. He took the bottom half of his untorn khakis and tore it away in a wild motion, and threw the large strip in the direction of the boy, hoping he would use it to dress the wound. "Here, Peter! Anyone! Use this!" Cool night air breezed on his freed legs. At least his pants(or shorts) were even now.
He turned, and started to run away from his fears.