"You should get some help." Dominic said as a woman on a bamboo staff bumped into him. "I'm going to take you to the doctor over there ok?" he asked as he moved to pick her up once she'd fallen to her knees on the sand.

The guy she bumped into moved to help her, but Eva shook her head.

“Thanks, but I’m not critical,” she said, wincing when she moved the hand on her side a little. “Aside from a few cuts and bruises, I think I can wait my turn.” She wasn’t sure how bad she was hurt exactly, but she was never one to complain. Her side was killing her. Eva didn’t think her ribs were broken, but chances were, there were a few cracked at least.

She was craving a cigarette by now. Anything to calm her nerves. Looking back to the guy she was talking to, she sighed, “Any thoughts on where we get water?” Her mouth was so dry, it hurt to talk.

Astrid quickly bandaged the man's hand, all the time feeling bad that he had lost a finger. "I put some medication on it to help get rid of any oncoming infection," she said gently, dark amber eyes twinkling at the older man. She looked over to Eva and Dominic, then approached. "Everyone needs help," she said kindly, gaze on Eva. "We've got enough bandages and ointment to heal most of the wounds."

Madeline smiled at the woman that had helped her up "Thank you." she muttered. Madeline glanced around at all passengers in distress "This is crazy someone has to calm them down!" she yelled. Madeline placed both hands on her head and let out a sudden scream.

"The doctor has water." Dominic said to the woman, making sure the doctor had her before running over to the pregnant lady. "What's wrong?" he asked gently.

Madeline shook her head "I want everything to stop!" she yelled. Madeline drew her attention to the man who'd spoken to her "Where are we?" she questioned.

"On an island, I don't know any more than that." Adam looked young, especially for his age. "Why don't you sit down an I'll get you something to drink?" he offered, wanting to calm the woman down.

Eva was quiet as the doctor approached. She sighed but chose not to argue. She vaguely remembered her from the plane, but all the time spent in the air seemed like a distant memory now. Her mind drifted back to her conversation with the Russian. Was God punishing them for past sins. Hell, she had quite the track record.
“I don’t think my injuries are that bad, doc,” she said, but her tone suggested she didn’t even believe herself. Truthfully, she was hesitant to even be checked out. As many scars she’s acquired over the years, she looks like she’s been to hell and back.

"You aren't too beat up, but I'd rather that when you are ready to come and get cleaned up. Even the smallest injuries can turn infectious." Astrid smiled gently, then turned on her heal and walked back over to her station. She picked up two glasses of water before heading back over to the pregnant woman and a younger man. "Here," she said, smile seeming to lighten the crazy mood. She reached her hands out to show the drinks.

"Thank you." Adam said, taking his offered drink from the doctor."

"I... appreciate it." Nikolai said apprehensively, looking at his bandages hand, his entire left arm still feeling numb. Anger began to well up inside of him, and the words of a man filled his head 'Easy Nikky, you don't think straight when your angry, take a deep breath, count to ten, and walk away.' These were the words of his mentor when he served in the Spetsnaz, Adrian, and they were words he tried to carry with him everywhere. "One..." the Russian man began to say, as he turned away from the others "Two..." he started walking in the direction of the plane, something urging him forward, "Three..." A few words carried on the wind and into his ears, though he couldn't make them out "Four... five... six..." Nikolai was nearing the wreckage, cries of help reached his ears over the turbulent ambient sounds, "Seven... eight..." He stepped under where the plane rested, seeing a woman encompassed by the smoke, asking for help "Nine..." he said, almost finished as he got closer to her, covering his mouth and nose with his bum arm. He coughed, and kneeled over the woman, turning around, and offering her his back, "Ten." He was finished, a completely neutral look was upon his face, displaying no emotion whatsoever. He may have felt god hated him, but when god beckons you to do something, you tend to do it, and the Russian felt that it was gods will that led him here, and it was gods will that would eventually get him off.

Chloe was beginning to feel more than a little helpless. She wanted nothing more than to lay there and cry until she died. If no one else was alive how was she ever going to make it on this island? She didn't know the first thing about survival in the wild. Chloe had watched the movie Cast Away perhaps two times in her life and she didn't have all those helpful items that Tom Hanks did. Chloe couldn't even climb up a tree to get food, or strip bark if she needed to. Maybe she'd be able to catch a fish once her ankle healed but how would she survive? Chloe needed other's to survive as a person in general. She couldn't go to long without having company or she got paranoid.

Chloe heard someone say the word ten and her attention snapped up. Seeing someone's back in front of her she was overwhelmed with happiness. Tears threatened to spill over but Chloe had good control over them, after all she had to control them for her parts all the time. Chloe might have been an actress out in the real world but here she was no one, that people were still kind despite the fact that he was obviously hurt as well, was touching. "I don't need your entire back," Chloe told him as she moved up to wrap and arm around his neck and stand with him. "Just a shoulder will do, I'm not crippled but my ankle is swollen." Chloe told him as she got a good look at his injuries herself. His hand was bandages and it looked as if he were missing a finger. "Thank you." Chloe added giving a kind smile to the man. "Someone is smiling down upon you despite everything, for your kindness."

"God smiles down upon us all... whether it's a happy smile, or a cruel smile has yet to be seen." He helped the woman to her feet, and helped her to hobble out from under the plane, which was making many creaking and groaning sounds as though the metal were twisting and folding. Nikolai didn't look back, but he could tell from the awful sound that it made, along with the single scream that came right before it, that the plane had fallen. The Russian man set her down next to where the doctor was, and without a word, left, leaving them to their own devices. It would only take him less than a minute to reach his destination, that being, the beach, where he would stand staring at the ocean, just waiting for the boats to come.

Astrid looked over at the younger woman with a pretty and gentle smile. "So what can I do for you?" she asked, sifting her hair through her fingers. "I have almost everything in my bag, just enough for people to be healed here and now." Her eyes were scanning the area, searching for any more survivers. It didn't appear there were many more.

(you guy's you can make up random survivors?)

Madeline wondered silently into the jungle away from all the drama. Madeline is an extremely shallow person and doesn't give much thought to weather the passengers either live or die. After about an hour Madeline was deep in jungle and it began to get dark. Madeline turned back the direction she came but before she could move she heard something move. Madeline's ice blue eye's widened, she drew in a large breathe and stood completely still "Who's there!?" she yelled. Madeline began to walk again this time faster but the noise became more clear. Madeline ran faster through the jungle heading towards the beach "Help!" she yelled repeatedly.

Astrid turned her head, eyes flashing in both alarm and curiosity. She dropped her things and raced into the jungle. "Where are you?" she called, her feet silent but her moves precise.