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Passengers of Flight 109.
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Samuel Arthur Addison [23] "Seriously? First my girlfriend breaks up with me, and then my plane? How much worse can it get?"
Brooke Conway [21] '' I c-can't trust a-anyone b-but R-river.''
Caitlin Pierce [19] "Uh, lets not fight okay?"
Sylvester F Wright [17] ''Okay...we are stranded.... and before you go screaming! Think of the good things like it is sunny..''
Tina Jones [17] You all alright? Can I do anything for you?
Evelynn Marshall [17] "Just because I'm smart and good doesn't mean I'm a goody-two-shoes. Right?"
Camille Evans [10]
Jason Tyler [9] "Every body calm down. We're going to be okay."
River Francis Conway [0] "This en't as bad as it could of been, y'know. We could've landed out in the middle of the Atlantic, eh?"
Trenton Arellano [0] ((WIP))
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Sylvester would of been seated next to a old married couple, he would be siting at the end at the walking path on the plane he'd put his fingers on the edge of his hat and bow it as he nodded to the couple with a charming smile and they would smile back to him warmly. Despite his loud appearance, dark colours, piercings and tattoos he always had a charm to him that bypassed his appearance and just made him likable, some even envied him and others would be in awe in his presence then there was the people that were homophobic and loved to throw punches at him, he'd hit back of course he was no coward.
He would see the old woman about to talk and he once instantly become attentive, he respected elders and loved to learn about their life so he cupped one hand over the other and smiled.
''Oh, dearie, what happened to your eye? It is awfully bruised.'' Her concern true and he saw the husband turn and look at him with wonder also about to ask the question again but Sylvester cut through.
''Nahh... It is nothin, it was just a guy at a bar acting all tough and well, I respectfully put him in his place is all, thank you for your concern but it is not needed, I am well.'' He would reassure the couple only as he was doing this his thought was...*Well when I say put him in his place it was more beat his head against a wall in a alleyway, dump him at the side of the club for others to see and a ambulance to take care of him.*
He would then sigh then look up at the ceiling of the plane and continue. ''But I do feel bad but sometimes it can't be helped.'' He would look back at them with a sweet smile and they'd seemingly coo and he'd grin sheepishly. ''Oh dearie, you were probably in the right, defending yourself and all, I wouldn't worry about it.'' The old woman would say while wiping her nose in a tissue.
Sylvester would nod at this but all the same his thoughts ran rampaged. *Deserved it? Fucking yes but do I feel bad? Fuck no!*
He would then take his hat off his head then start to settle, resting his head back and closing his eyes, putting his hat on his face and started to drift off into a light sleep as he listened to the air conditioning system above him...
Suddenly what seems like minutes but was about a hour into the flight the smell of smoke filled his lungs despite his hat covering his face and he would feel rough air resistance. He'd frown at this at first, trying to go back to sleep then as he hears screams his eyes open up and he grabs his hat from his face only to see the old couple were no longer there and there is a missing part of the plane and his sleepy eyes would widen. ''What the!? What the hell is happening!?'' He'd shout in a short lived panic as he put on his thinking hat and frowned in determination. ''No shitting way am I dying.'' He'd vow.
He'd strap his parachute on just in time to buckle it as his chair breaks away from the plane. He'd grit is teeth trying to keep calm only to realize his sister was no where to be seen and he'd gasp in air as he unbuckled himself from his seat and started to fall faster and he'd blink looking up frantically for his sister...''Sister!!!'' He'd should as he is suddenly struck with a sharp piece of metal which slices through his right shoulder then exits down his back then parts from him, taking his hat with it and he screams in pain but adrenaline starts bumping and he pulled the parachute's cord with his left hand and it opened and he holds is large injury, panting in pain, he sees his blood flying up and splashing against himself and he only grits his teeth and closes his eyes..
Then everything goes silence and black...
He flinches at the sounds of birds, russling of trees and odd yelps of animals far from his location. He shakes his head at the shifting light that hits then leaves his eyes continuously as the leaves swayed from short breezes in the humid air. He'd feel something wet running down his arm and back, his eyes open quickly and he pants looking down at his blood runs down his arm and drops to the forest floor below from the tips of his right hand fingers.
He only continues to look at it for a moment as the pain shot back and he screams in pain, holding back tears. He'd look around only to see that he was still....airborne but swinging slightly on trees, his right arm hurt too much to move and he didn't even want to think about his back. He would look down at his buckles and hang his head back for a moment. ''Fuck me...'' He'd sigh out with a small sniff as he still held the tears in.
He would look down and reluctantly unbuckle himself and grit his teeth bracing for impact as he fell, not only hard from the height but on his badly sliced up right arm and that was when he screamed out in tears and pain, rolling to the other side only for his back to burn in pain, making even more tears to fall and whines of pain come from him as he held his arm. ''D-Damn it...'' He'd groan out in tears.
He would lie there for a moment for five minutes or more, at this time he didn't care and he would finally slowly force himself up, with many failures as expected for someone in his current condition and which he loathed as he kept falling onto his back that was just as badly injured as his arm and after probably half an hour for failures and small tears he got up and stayed up just barely.
He would be weak, the blood loss affecting his balance and energy levels but at least it slowed a bit which meant to his knowledge, that no major arteries were severed and he sighed in relief from this and the fact that he was on his feet though as he started to walk he started to feel a overwhelmed feeling to sit down and sleep though he knew would be bad idea and so he started to shout out to others if anyone...''Hello!? Anybody!? I need help!? I!...I'm no feeling so hot here!? Anybody!?'' He'd continue to scream this as hard as he could only to fall against a tree, a small trail of blood behind him and a swipe of blood on the tree as he slowly started to sink to his knees, resting against the tree holding his arm. ''Anybody!? I... need...help..'' He would blink a couple of times as his vision distorting and he only struggled to keep them open then nothing...
His eyes would close and he would slide against the tree and onto the forest floor with a sigh as he went into unconsciousness..
(I am back! My tablet died promptly every time I tried to post no matter what I tried...It's definitely broken. -_-)
Evelynn had either fallen asleep or had passed out, but either way, the sun had moved when she opened her eyes.
Evie heard voices and she tried to sit up, and failed. She gently touched her leg, and the piece of shrapnel stuck in her. She winced, and lowered her hand, gently massaging her throbbing, aching shoulder joint. She heard the scuffling of feet moving in sand, and suddenly there was a young man leaning over, on one knee. She squinted against the bright sun, but heard him talking about looking at her leg. She nodded. "J-Just be careful, please." It was so quiet that Evie wasn't sure if she'd spoken out loud or not.
She was shivering slightly, with shock, she supposed. There was a scary amount of blood on the sand, but she wasn't sure if it was quite how much it looked like or if it was just running a bit. She let out a pained cry, which had just slipped from her lips. "My shoulder...I hurt that too." She pointed to it and looked at her leg again, before laying back against the sand and sighing softly. "Thank you, by the way." She thanked him, before biting her lip and trying to not scream. It was better if she didn't.
Evelynn had either fallen asleep or had passed out, but either way, the sun had moved when she opened her eyes.
Evie heard voices and she tried to sit up, and failed. She gently touched her leg, and the piece of shrapnel stuck in her. She winced, and lowered her hand, gently massaging her throbbing, aching shoulder joint. She heard the scuffling of feet moving in sand, and suddenly there was a young man leaning over, on one knee. She squinted against the bright sun, but heard him talking about looking at her leg. She nodded. "J-Just be careful, please." It was so quiet that Evie wasn't sure if she'd spoken out loud or not.
She was shivering slightly, with shock, she supposed. There was a scary amount of blood on the sand, but she wasn't sure if it was quite how much it looked like or if it was just running a bit. She let out a pained cry, which had just slipped from her lips. "My shoulder...I hurt that too." She pointed to it and looked at her leg again, before laying back against the sand and sighing softly. "Thank you, by the way." She thanked him, before biting her lip and trying to not scream. It was better if she didn't.
"I'll be as careful as I can, don't worry." Samuel says as he moves a little closer, looking but not touching yet. He had no idea what was sticking out of her leg, only that it was metal and rather nasty looking. It needed to come out, that was for sure. "You're lucky, with your leg anyway. The metal went clean through, but it doesn't seem to have clipped any major veins or anything. It will need to come out...but I won't have anything to patch you up with right now. Let me see your shoulder."
Moving again, almost falling over in the sand, he positions himself so he can get a good look at her shoulder. "Looks like your shoulder is in better shape. From what I can see you've just got a long, shallow cut. It probably bled alot, and if you move too much it may start to bleed again." Sitting back on his rear in the sand Samuel lets out a sigh before wiping some sweat from his brow, thinking for a bit. "If we can get that metal out of you, get both wounds covered up, you should be fine." He was careful not to mention the high risk of infection, not to mention whatever else one could contract on a random desert island.
After sitting for a moment and looking around he hears another cry for help, this one sounding rather close. With a sigh he looks around and spots another piece of twisted metal on the beach near the girl. Standing he goes and grabs it, then comes back and cuts off both pants legs, making himself a pair of shorts. Using the metal and the material he makes a few bandages. There was no way to sterilize anything until they got something to get a fire started and then got some water boiling, so anything he did carried a slightly higher risk than normal.
"Alright, here's the deal. So far I'm the only able-bodied person on the island, as far as I know, and I just heard someone else call out for help. I can either pick you up and carry you as I investigate, after bandaging your shoulder as best I can, or I can leave you here long enough to go check them out then come right back." Samuel says, frowning a little. He didn't like leaving people alone in situations like this, and having two or more people made things even harder for him.
Moving again, almost falling over in the sand, he positions himself so he can get a good look at her shoulder. "Looks like your shoulder is in better shape. From what I can see you've just got a long, shallow cut. It probably bled alot, and if you move too much it may start to bleed again." Sitting back on his rear in the sand Samuel lets out a sigh before wiping some sweat from his brow, thinking for a bit. "If we can get that metal out of you, get both wounds covered up, you should be fine." He was careful not to mention the high risk of infection, not to mention whatever else one could contract on a random desert island.
After sitting for a moment and looking around he hears another cry for help, this one sounding rather close. With a sigh he looks around and spots another piece of twisted metal on the beach near the girl. Standing he goes and grabs it, then comes back and cuts off both pants legs, making himself a pair of shorts. Using the metal and the material he makes a few bandages. There was no way to sterilize anything until they got something to get a fire started and then got some water boiling, so anything he did carried a slightly higher risk than normal.
"Alright, here's the deal. So far I'm the only able-bodied person on the island, as far as I know, and I just heard someone else call out for help. I can either pick you up and carry you as I investigate, after bandaging your shoulder as best I can, or I can leave you here long enough to go check them out then come right back." Samuel says, frowning a little. He didn't like leaving people alone in situations like this, and having two or more people made things even harder for him.
Evelynn listened as he told her that it was okay. Her leg was fine, and she wasn't going to die. She shivered, even though it was very hot here. She nodded at his words. "How are you going to get it out?" She spoke quietly, and fast. Her words echoed how she was feeling - frightened. She hated the idea of that being pulled out of her leg, and she knew it would also hurt. But she would loose her leg if she didn't get it out. She frowned at the idea.
Evie propped herself up on her good elbow, trying to not move too much. "Just a cut...?" She sighed in relief. "It definitely felt broken but if it's just a cut that's good." She spoke slower now, not very fast. She swallowed some bile that had gathered at the back of her throat and gave a small smile, trying to be brave.
She heard a cry, and looked around, trying to see who called. "More people." She told herself. She listened to him again. She thought carefully, and then remembered the metal he was holding. "If you can cut a branch then I can walk on my own." She told him, trying to stay confident. "I'm sorry for being a hindrance." She apologized. She knew it wasn't her fault, but she did anyway...She just couldn't stop herself.
"If you feel up to it. I...wait...where did my walking stick go?" Samuel says as he stands and looks around again. "I know I...ah, all the way back there. Give me just a minute, I guess I dropped it..." With a sigh Samuel takes off back down the beach the way he had come from, not running this time, but trying to move quickly anyway. He had forgotten that while leaving the jungle he'd brought a walking stick out with him, and at some point he must have dropped it on the beach. Snatching it up from the sand he then returns, once more out of breath slightly.
"Here we go, maybe this will work." Samuel says, sticking the shard of metal he'd found in his pocket as he hands over the walking stick. "We can find you a better one when half the island isn't covered in blood, deal? And don't you dare worry about it. None of us had any control over what happened...unless one of us here on the island caused it...then whoever that was deserves a swift kick between the legs..."
One of the things he had learned from his short stint as a med student was to keep people smiling. He had learned that not from the doctors, but the nurses, the ones who actually had to deal with people. He hadn't gotten very far, and had never seen any serious cases, but one night he ended up working late in the ER when his teaching doctor was asked to fill in for someone. On that night he ended up watching a man die in a rather not pleasant way, had been the one there at his side when it happened. Needless to say he quickly changed his major. Watching people suffer and die was just too much for him.
When the girl was ready, Samuel would clean her shoulder as best he could and bandage it, then help her to her feet and over to wherever the other person might he. He thought it was a man but couldn't be sure. He had also avoided the bit about taking the metal out of her leg once again on purpose. It would probably hurt like hell to keep it in for now, but they needed somewhere more secure to remove it. Once he helped her and whoever this new person was over to the other survivors he could take the time to remove it and bandage her leg. And take care of whoever else needed assistance.
"Here we go, maybe this will work." Samuel says, sticking the shard of metal he'd found in his pocket as he hands over the walking stick. "We can find you a better one when half the island isn't covered in blood, deal? And don't you dare worry about it. None of us had any control over what happened...unless one of us here on the island caused it...then whoever that was deserves a swift kick between the legs..."
One of the things he had learned from his short stint as a med student was to keep people smiling. He had learned that not from the doctors, but the nurses, the ones who actually had to deal with people. He hadn't gotten very far, and had never seen any serious cases, but one night he ended up working late in the ER when his teaching doctor was asked to fill in for someone. On that night he ended up watching a man die in a rather not pleasant way, had been the one there at his side when it happened. Needless to say he quickly changed his major. Watching people suffer and die was just too much for him.
When the girl was ready, Samuel would clean her shoulder as best he could and bandage it, then help her to her feet and over to wherever the other person might he. He thought it was a man but couldn't be sure. He had also avoided the bit about taking the metal out of her leg once again on purpose. It would probably hurt like hell to keep it in for now, but they needed somewhere more secure to remove it. Once he helped her and whoever this new person was over to the other survivors he could take the time to remove it and bandage her leg. And take care of whoever else needed assistance.
Brooke Conway
Brooke looked around and swallowed hard. She was about five feet away from the guy walking towards them, when she saw the other leave a girl and went into the woods. Brooke took a deep breath and hobbled towards the girl lying down. Brooke sighed and stepped near her, she said in a soft voice, '' Y-y-you'll b-be o-okay.'' Brooke smiled and stood next to her. She winced as the pain shot up her leg, Brooke took a deep breath and said, '' M-my na-ames Br-bro-ooke. Y-you ar-are?'' Brooke took a small step back and waited for the girl to reply. Brooke took her dry hoodie and put it back on, for some reason she was getting cold, she just hoped her leg wasn't getting infected. If it was, she would have to loose it, something she didn't want.
Brooke looked back at Caitlin and T.J. They were still by the water, Brooke smiled and looked back at the girl. Brook was nervous as heck, so many girls and she hasn't seen her brother yet. She was just hoping that he survived and he would come and get her. Brooke wasn't used to being around so many people, since the beating and abuse she went through. And the sad thing is, her parents never knew, they might never know because of what happened. Brooke just wants to let her parents and family know that she's still alive, for no. And what happened to her over the years.
Camille awoke a few hours later and slowly sat up, she felt a little light headed and confused as she looked around the beach and remembered what had happened to her. She had some minor scrapes and some purple bruises had begun to form on her legs but overall she was miraculously unscathed. Standing up on her feet, she noticed some blood trickle down from a small cut on her forehead close to her hairline. She sighed and rummaged through her bag that had gotten tangled around her body. She found a thick,soft headband and tied it around her head tightly around the wound.
Taking slow steps she walked up the beach looking left and right. Was the the only survivor? Were there others here too? She continued to make her way up the beach and approached the jungle. Her vision was slightly blurred from the salt water stinging her eyes but as she approached the jungle she noticed a guy slumped against the tree. Oh my god.. she thought to herself as she neared the base of the tree, standing nervously and looking down at the guy. He looked rather, rough. She bit her bottom lip and stared at him for a good while before gently nudging his leg with her food. Is he even alive? She wondered studying the slouched over male.
Sylvester would feel something nudge him, at first it only made his body slum further into the forest floor, his right arm was badly sliced open, blood running down it like a slow stream, as he slum over away from the bloody tree it revealed more blood on the bottom of the tree that had a still wet collection of blood where he was just laying against it.
His black vest top at a slash on his back that was now exposed where the sharp metal part of the plane's wing cut through from his right arm and exited his back and there was a deep cut there, that was where the blood on the tree came from, his jet black hair hugged his paled face, it looked soft despite it being to messy, but it sat well.
He would then finally groan in pain and open his eyes, tears escaped them. He blinked a couple of times, Camilla was only a distorted mesh of colour and the more he blinked the more she came to focus and despite that he had been looking at her for about ten minutes he screamed at her presence and his breathing was shallow for a moment due to him being so weak but it picked up, only making him use energy that he shouldn't since he was without a doubt in bad shape.
He would use his left hand to push himself up, whimpers of pain escaping his lips as he squeezed his tearing eyes, the burning sensation overpowering for him to mask his pain and his right arm was no better. But he was in hysteria at this point that he looked at her like she was a apparition of his worst fear and he started to weakly drag himself away without a word, only pained groans and panicked breathing....
He really needed to medical attention...
Evelynn smiled as he kept her mind busy, helping her to laugh. She did, she winced slightly though as it shook her shoulder and her leg, and she soon stopped laughing and instead cringed in pain. She nodded at the offer of finding a better stick later, this one looked perfect for now. She took it and stuck it upright in the sand, making sure she could lean on it. Then she gently heaved herself up onto her good leg, letting the bleeding one drag behind her. She cursed under her breath in pain.
Once she was up, Evie got her balance. She let her breathing slow down, as she was hyperventilating from the pain in her ankle and her thigh. She didn't mention it as she didn't want to add more injuries to her list. She suspected it was sprained or broken, but as Evie wasn't a med student (Yet), she couldn't be sure. She moved the stick, leaned on it, and hopped forward, dragging her leg behind her. It hurt very much, but Evie didn't complain. There wasn't anything to achieve by complaining, except the annoyance of everybody else and perhaps a world record if she complained long enough. She continued for a few more steps, and stopped for a breather. Then she continued on her journey, following the man called Sam who had neatly cleaned and bandaged her shoulder for her. She had smiled in thanks and followed to the next patient.
When she saw him, Evie thought he looked even worse than herself. There was another girl a few metres off, but she ignored her. She slid to the ground gratefully and whimpered in pain. The walk had taken a lot of energy out of her and she was tired and in pain. Her head leaned against the tree and she closed her eyes. She regained her breath shortly but for now she wouldn't make a noise, as she didn't want to distract Sam.
Samuel stood back, letting Evelynn get up on her own for the most part, helping her out if he needed to. He was making sure she would be able to walk on her own, or limp for the time being, so he would know if he needed to make a stretcher or carry her or something like that. Thankfully she seemed to be able to put her weight on at least one leg, which was better than nothing. As they make their way back into the jungle he stays close to her, ready to help her in any way that he can. They both make it into the jungle without incident though, and upon seeing the new face, a male dragging himself along and leaving a trail of blood, he was glad for that.
"Hey there friend, just take it easy, alright. I'm a doctor, I can help." There Samuel went, lying again. But sometimes you needed to lie in order to get people to trust you enough to help them. He approaches the man slowly, hands up to show he meant him no harm. "My name's Samuel, you can call me Sam if you like."
Moving closer he looks the man over. He had several deep lacerations, to his back and arm, maybe more. There was so much blood it was hard for him to tell right off. Whatever the case was he needed help though, that was for sure. Reaching into his pocket he takes out the rest of the bandages he had made from his pants legs, then looks from them to the injuries and puts them away once more. "I have to get a better look and clean you up before I can put any bandages on. Otherwise I might leave some dirt behind or end up just wasting the bandages." Samuel says a bit sadly. "Sorry, this is going to hurt...probably alot..."
Blushing a bit, Samuel removes his somewhat tattered shirt. He was on the skinny side, barely any muscle to him, and he was pale. Your typical example of a guy who spent too many hours inside studying. Trying not to think about being half naked around strangers, he proceeds to use his shirt to mop up some of the blood around the man's wounds, being careful to not hit them if he can help it. Once he has a better look at the wounds he can decide how best to bandage him up, but either way, with this much blood loss he would need a stretcher.
"Hey there friend, just take it easy, alright. I'm a doctor, I can help." There Samuel went, lying again. But sometimes you needed to lie in order to get people to trust you enough to help them. He approaches the man slowly, hands up to show he meant him no harm. "My name's Samuel, you can call me Sam if you like."
Moving closer he looks the man over. He had several deep lacerations, to his back and arm, maybe more. There was so much blood it was hard for him to tell right off. Whatever the case was he needed help though, that was for sure. Reaching into his pocket he takes out the rest of the bandages he had made from his pants legs, then looks from them to the injuries and puts them away once more. "I have to get a better look and clean you up before I can put any bandages on. Otherwise I might leave some dirt behind or end up just wasting the bandages." Samuel says a bit sadly. "Sorry, this is going to hurt...probably alot..."
Blushing a bit, Samuel removes his somewhat tattered shirt. He was on the skinny side, barely any muscle to him, and he was pale. Your typical example of a guy who spent too many hours inside studying. Trying not to think about being half naked around strangers, he proceeds to use his shirt to mop up some of the blood around the man's wounds, being careful to not hit them if he can help it. Once he has a better look at the wounds he can decide how best to bandage him up, but either way, with this much blood loss he would need a stretcher.
Sylvester would stop crawling away and look up at Samuel only for his head to drop to the forest floor and he listened to him speak and it was calming him down as he stop hyperventilating, his breathing was too slow to normal however and he won't respond to anyone asking him questions or anything, he would be shivering as the burning of his wounds continued, his teeth would chatter he was shaking that hard and despite the heat on them he was shivering.
He'd only nod at Samuel as he warned that what he was about to do when he slowly approached him, now topless to use it on his wounds was going to hurt, like hell...
As Samuel started to dab at his back and arm to clear the wounds for him to investigate them further Sylvester jumped from Samuel's touch, his left tattooed hand dug into the ground and he screamed out in pain, tears escaping his eyes and his paled face reddened from him trying to hold in his screams of agony with little success, his right hand spasms at the continuing touch of Samuel's top.
The amount of blood being absorbed into the top was so much that the top was stained red and even felt heavy from mopping up the blood from his back and arm, though it was his back that bled more, his own top was dripping wet from the exposure to his blood. He'd continue to allow Samuel to wipe as much of the blood up as possible but the pain overwhelmed him so his left arm stretched up, his bloody hand grabbing Samuel's arm and his eyes looked up at him.
''S-stop....i-it burns....it burns...s-stop...'' He'd beg in a shivering weak tone, his left bloody hand slid down Samuel's arm, painting it crimson and fell to the ground. Sylvester continued to shiver, his back and arm stained with blood but the wounds were now more visible, harsh, deep wounds, it was obvious or at least to Samuel it would be that the first wound inflicted was from the upper part of the right arm, the object must of rolled like a spinning saw up Sylvester's shoulder, ran down his back then finally left his back and continued on.
Judging from the wounds it was about two hours ago that they were inflicted and though the blood was mopped away just a thin cover of crimson of Sylvester's arm and back when he breathed or moved random blood would ooz out hence why Sylvester openly was breathing slower but also because when he breathed the wound on his back to split causing a intense burning sensation. Sylvester would just wale out his pain in cries at this point, his back mainly was on fire and if one would roll up his dripping wet black vest top, not only would they have blood stained into their fingers but around the wound on his back would be sorely red...
Just as Samuel had feared, the man's wounds looked pretty bad. When he cries out, asking for him to stop wiping at the wounds with his shirt Samuel takes his hand away and nods, watching as the man leaves a blood trail down his arm. From the look of things there was a chance some of the larger blood vessels had been nicked, meaning that bandages alone wouldn't be enough to patch them up. A needle and thread would be needed probably. Samuel had these things in his bag, he always kept an emergency sewing kit in there, but that was with the other wounded man he had met.
"I'm sorry about that, and I'm sorry to say that I can't do alot for you right now. The cuts aren't terrible deep, but they're in a bad location. For right now all I can do is get you somewhere else so I can get to my bag, then I can take care of you." Samuel says, standing up and tossing the ruined shirt aside. With a sigh he looks around for something, anything he could use to make a stretcher, or two. Evelynn may be alright for now but a stretcher for her would be something good to have around. "I'm not going far, but I need to look around for a bit, see what I can find. The others here can keep you company, alright?"
With that said Samuel heads off into the jungle a bit further. There was a blood trail on the forest floor, and he guessed the man lying back there bleeding out had left it behind, so he decides to follow it. Eventually the trail comes to an end, a rather abrupt one. Remembering the predicament he was in earlier he looks up and spots the tangled parachute.
That would work.
After looking around for a bit longer Samuel manages to climb up into the tree and, using sharp piece of metal, he cuts some of the ropes and the parachute falls down to the jungle floor. Gathering up some of the rope left behind he climbs back down and then begins to roll everything up into a bundle. Once this has been done he heads back to the others, picking up a few sturdy looking limbs along the way. When he gets back to the clearing he lays the limbs aside then unrolls the parachute and takes the metal to it, laying the limbs out and cutting the material so that it would fit the limbs and make rectangles. After that he ties a few strips here and there, and in the span of about twenty minutes he has two makeshift stretchers.
"Now the tricky part, getting you on here." Samuel says to the man, then looks over to Evelynn. "I made a second just in case you need it."
"I'm sorry about that, and I'm sorry to say that I can't do alot for you right now. The cuts aren't terrible deep, but they're in a bad location. For right now all I can do is get you somewhere else so I can get to my bag, then I can take care of you." Samuel says, standing up and tossing the ruined shirt aside. With a sigh he looks around for something, anything he could use to make a stretcher, or two. Evelynn may be alright for now but a stretcher for her would be something good to have around. "I'm not going far, but I need to look around for a bit, see what I can find. The others here can keep you company, alright?"
With that said Samuel heads off into the jungle a bit further. There was a blood trail on the forest floor, and he guessed the man lying back there bleeding out had left it behind, so he decides to follow it. Eventually the trail comes to an end, a rather abrupt one. Remembering the predicament he was in earlier he looks up and spots the tangled parachute.
That would work.
After looking around for a bit longer Samuel manages to climb up into the tree and, using sharp piece of metal, he cuts some of the ropes and the parachute falls down to the jungle floor. Gathering up some of the rope left behind he climbs back down and then begins to roll everything up into a bundle. Once this has been done he heads back to the others, picking up a few sturdy looking limbs along the way. When he gets back to the clearing he lays the limbs aside then unrolls the parachute and takes the metal to it, laying the limbs out and cutting the material so that it would fit the limbs and make rectangles. After that he ties a few strips here and there, and in the span of about twenty minutes he has two makeshift stretchers.
"Now the tricky part, getting you on here." Samuel says to the man, then looks over to Evelynn. "I made a second just in case you need it."
Evelynn watched him work on the injured man. He didn't look very old, and if not younger than herself, at the most the same age. She shook in pain, her leg throbbing and pulsing pain up and down her leg. She couldn't move her ankle at all, making her suspect it was broken even more. Her hands trembled and she gently held the piece of metal in place as she examined it. She bit her lip, trying to not scream as she worked. She cringed, but that was all. No harm done. She let go of the metal and slumped against the tree, exhausted and pained. She watched as Sam worked as hard as he could.
He wandered off quite quickly and Evie sat in pain. She watched the man, and looked over at the girl. She then shut her eyes, and waited for his return. She imagined things and then he came back. She opened her eyes to see two makeshift stretchers. "There's a problem." She mentioned, her voice sounding weak with pain, perhaps, or maybe blood loss. "You need two people to carry one stretcher, and at the moment we have two people and two injured. So...I'll drag myself with the stick, I guess, but I'll need a bit of help, at least." She told them. "I definitely think my ankle is broken, it's swollen and I can't move it." She muttered to nobody in particular. She prepared herself, and picked herself up using the stick. It hurt a hell of a lot, but she managed. Somehow.
Sylvester would nod as Samuel paced away to find a few things, all he could hear was the russling of leaves and snaps of twigs under Samuel's feet, he would tell he was following the trail of blood left by him only making his clench his fists, the left hand shut instantly and tightened while the other was much slower and instantly opened up again, making him wince in pain.
He would then hear someone sit against the tree he had previously before sliding away from it onto the forest floor. His wet eyes would follow the distortion of colour that was Evelynn and he made a effort to weakly, tiredly smile at her and listen to her also unlike the others but then again, it was not that he could not listen he needed to stay awake and she was doing that well.
His ears would twitch as Samuel's heavy feet got nearer to him and Evelynn making him look at his distorted figure and concentrate on him again, listening hard and watching him make the stretchers which he made the note of, he was a doctor...emergency possibly.
As Samuel finished making them he turned to him and Evelynn. He would cough before blinking slowly and spoke up, his voice mature, wise and sly, he was silver tongued and able to swing everyone his way just because he was that charming and well mannered. ''I-I promise....I will make it u-up for you...Sam...I am s-sorry for this..'' He'd sigh out, it was more of a effort to talk than he thought and as he talked it moved his back, making his back burn more and more intensely so he squeezed his eyes shut, muffled whimpers of pain escaping his lips that were dry and paled from blood loss. He would start to shake more..
"No, you see these aren't those kind of stretchers. See how I made a loop on one end by not the other?" Samuel says, pointing out where he had taken a longer length of the parachute cloth and made it into a wide half loop on one end, while the the opposite end was just rigid with no handle to it. "These aren't meant to be carried like that, they're meant to be dragged along behind you. For moving though the forest this won't work so well because of all the bumps, but out there on the beach, where it's just sand, I can pull both of these along behind me while the two of you take it easy."
While Samuel wasn't all the fit, well strong to be more accurate, he figured he should be able to drag two people behind him for a little while, and he could always take breaks. Besides, there wasn't much else to be done. If Evelynn kept walking on her leg it would just bleed more, and if she fell it could rip the metal out, or tear the wound open more just from being moved about so much.
"Come on Tattoo McGee, this is going to hurt a bit but afterwards you won't have to try and move on your own anymore, alright?" Samuel says, trying to lighten the mood a bit as well as warn the man he was about to try and move him onto one of the stretchers. He lays the stretcher out beside him then moves around so he stands near his head and tries to gently lift and move his upper body onto the stretcher, then he attempts the same with the lower half, taking his time so as to be as gentle as possible. "There now. You can just lie on this thing and I'll...let's not say drag...let's say half carry you to the others. If we can find them. I know where I last saw them anyway, so we'll head there, just at the other end of the beach."
Thinking about it, Samuel looks up at the sky. It was after noon now, which meant they had something like maybe five hours of daylight left, if they were lucky. And if he was figuring that correctly. They would need to get a fire going, make some sort of shelter, and he still had people to help. So far he had counted there being seven ...or was it eight... people, and about half of them had been injured.
While Samuel wasn't all the fit, well strong to be more accurate, he figured he should be able to drag two people behind him for a little while, and he could always take breaks. Besides, there wasn't much else to be done. If Evelynn kept walking on her leg it would just bleed more, and if she fell it could rip the metal out, or tear the wound open more just from being moved about so much.
"Come on Tattoo McGee, this is going to hurt a bit but afterwards you won't have to try and move on your own anymore, alright?" Samuel says, trying to lighten the mood a bit as well as warn the man he was about to try and move him onto one of the stretchers. He lays the stretcher out beside him then moves around so he stands near his head and tries to gently lift and move his upper body onto the stretcher, then he attempts the same with the lower half, taking his time so as to be as gentle as possible. "There now. You can just lie on this thing and I'll...let's not say drag...let's say half carry you to the others. If we can find them. I know where I last saw them anyway, so we'll head there, just at the other end of the beach."
Thinking about it, Samuel looks up at the sky. It was after noon now, which meant they had something like maybe five hours of daylight left, if they were lucky. And if he was figuring that correctly. They would need to get a fire going, make some sort of shelter, and he still had people to help. So far he had counted there being seven ...or was it eight... people, and about half of them had been injured.
"You're going to drag us?!" Evelynn scoffed. "I'll walk. Hop. I'm fine, I promise." She coughed, her lungs and throat hurting from the salty water she had swallowed. She hoped she wouldn't get sick from the water. She was a bit cold now, but her concern was obvious for the male laying in the sand. She didn't want to weigh poor Sam down with her. Her leg hurt a lot, but she managed it. She wobbled a bit but soon got her balance again.
Standing up, Evie could see a lot of blood from where he had dragged himself over to where he was now. She could see the other girl still, but Evie watched Sam work instead. He was clever with his hands, and Evie could see the loops on the stretchers, but she was NOT being a burden on somebody else. She hated the idea and anyway, she had an idea to use the other one. "Sam, pass me the metal in your pocket." She held out the hand that wasn't holding the stick. "I'll cut wood for a fire and we can drag that instead." She suggested. It was a good idea as it was going to get dark soon and they all needed cooked food.
Sylvester would howl in pain as Sam moved him but forced words out. ''Just keep moving me, d-don't stop....I am sorry a-about this..'' He'd hang his head back, obvious pain on his face, agony even then as Sam got him onto the drag-able stretcher he sighed in relief, holding onto his right arm and he'd look up at Sam and despite the tears running down his face he laughed. ''You l-like them?''
He'd then look at Evelynn slowly, wincing as moving his neck meant moving his back, opening the wounds. ''Are you s-sure you will be ok?''
Evelynn looked over at the boy, howling. "Of course I'll be fine. I walked here, didn't I?" She prompted. "Trust me! WE need a fire. It's going to be cold soon and we need cooked food, and warmth..." She knew it was the only way. She was not being dragged. No way. Evie wasn't as bad as the boy on the stretcher. She needed some painkillers and some stitches and she'd be fine. It was tiring, though, with a great hunk of metal in her leg.
Evie leaned on her stick, smiling at both men weakly. She pulled herself up and forward. "Come on, I want to sit down and eat." She suggested. She was getting hungry and she had a feeling she'd collapse sometime soon.
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