Emily Heart's Story

Emily awoke slowly in the sand. She groaned, putting a hand to her head and sitting up. Looking around, she saw Chloe kicking and screaming. Her name was Chloe right? She was a year older than Emily, like many of the people on this trip. Emily was used to being the youngest. She liked being little, she could slip through easily without being noticed.

Getting to her knees, she let out a yelp and pressed a hand to her abdomen. Lifting up her shirt, she saw she had a huge gash on the left side of get stomach. That doesn't look good, she thought, and she looked at get left wrist and grimaced. It was purple and black and swelling to a size she didnt think was possible. That doesn't look good either Emily shut her eyes tight against the pain and tried to remember what happened, but the only thing that came to mind was everybody screaming and then the explosion that had gotten her stuck in the wall of the plane, which was probably where the infected gash had come from. And then when the plane made contact with the ground and she had been hurled against a tree, where the surely broken wrist had come from.

She finally bit her lip, and stood up. She swayed but steadied herself. Ignoring the pain and cradling her left wrist, she made her way over to the others to see what was the next plan of action, and how were they ever going to get home?

Timothy felt cool water going against his cheek. Groaning he'd slowly opened his eyes. He rolled over on his back and saw shrapnel from the plane everywhere. Looking down he saw that his clothes were soaked. He was sore, he had various cuts and bruises across his arms and face. His face itself was dirty from the dirt and debris. What happened again? The plane exploded...? He couldn't remember, he just remembered being on the plane, then bam... he woke up on the beach with others. His jeans were tattered, and his plaid shirt just seemed to dangle off of him. Slowly he took the tattered shirt off of him, revealing his tank top underneath, that had a hole in it, but apparently nothing more.

He tried standing up when a jolt of pain went up his leg. He yelped and sat right back down feeling his ankle. It wasn't broken no... nor was it fractured. He could tell as much. Sprained... ha. He got off lucky. Taking the shirt he carefully wound it around his ankle before he tried standing up once more. The pain was better but not much. Barely bareable, but he had to do what he had to do. He'd walk towards a small group of concious survivors, but not before grabbing his cowboy hat that seemed to have escaped the crash unscathed.

"Hello everyone." He'd say his tone bringing a southern drawl to the group. He'd tip his hat politely as he gave a firm smile. He didn't recognize anyone here, didn't even know anyone's name. Not a shocker really. "Is everyone allright?" He'd look at them with his blue eyes, they all seemed banged up, but what he wanted to know, did anyone have any life threatening injuries.

"Hello everyone." Emily looked at the boy with the cowboy hat and smiled. What was his name again? Tom...Tim...Timothy! His name was Timothy. She had been sitting behind him on the plane before it...well, before it exploded into a million pieces and left them stranded on some island. "Is everyone alright?" He asked and Emily looked around. No one had escaped unscathed, that was for sure. Her wrist was throbbing and going numb, she knew that wasn't a good sign. But the cut on her side was bothering her a lot more than a simple scratch. I'm sure there are plenty worse injured people, no need to make a big deal out of yourself, she thought and nodded slightly at Timothy. She still hadn't made a sound, she was scared to. She was the youngest by far, being fifteen and having an August birthday. She was at the bottom of the hierarchy. But, she needed to play some part in this, she couldn't just sit around.

"W-we need--" she coughed violently, interrupting her sentence. It hurt her lungs, but it seemed to just be something stuck in her throat. After the rack of coughs finished, she tried again, "W-we need to f-find how many supplies we s-still have. Then start a f-fire and c-cook some food. Everyone n-needs something in their s-system in order to h-heal." She said softly, grimacing at her stutter. It happened when she was shy, and only went away when she grew comfortable with someone. She looked around hesitantly, wondering if anyone had heard her and if they were going to respond.

Chloe walked over to Emily and Timothy. Great, she thought, the only people I can talk to right now on this stupid island are the weird ones of the group. Her wrist started stinging really badly, some shallow cuts covering the inside of it. Shit! I look like a fucking emo kid!

Emily was saying some crap about getting food and getting supplies and all that crap. What the hell? "Guys, we can get food later, look at my arm!" She dramatically raised her arm, motioning to the not-so-serious cuts that covered her arm. "I can't get supplies and stuff like this, it really fucking hurts!"

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Devon heard someone screaming in an annoying high-pitched voice. He didn't even have to look to know it was the one and only Chloe Teise, the biggest bitch in school. She was shouting about something to do with her arm being all cut up. That really pissed him off. He looked and saw Timothy and that one girl that didn't talk standing by Chloe. They were both polite, someone else needed to go shut up Chloe.

He stood up, wiping the blood that continued to spill off his forehead with his hand, and took a step. He immediately collapsed onto the ground, his ankle twisting. Inspecting it, he found that it was purpled and swelling. Fucking great. I get to be a cripple. Standing up again, he put less weight onto his foot, and he walked over to the other three

Awaking on rocks and sand, Leo assessed what the hell happened. Not one to hesitate from talking to himself, "So we got rocks here, and.." looking to where he lay, he spotted his side, all ripped and torn. "Damn... must of landed on it, skid across... tripped maybe." That made sense to him. Jerking his head to the show Chloe was stirring up. He rose to his feet, noticing the new slash on his leg. "Dang, t'ain't that a beaut." He'd have to do something about it.. "later." Before Leo could even plan on reacting to the tantrum, someone was kicking bodies and insulting those who have passed. Honestly, this guy freaked Leo out a bit. Making a mental note to avoid confronting him alone, Leo only waved to him before he made off to the three that had formed together only waving to him

"They sure didn't mention this is the brochure, I tell ya that." The younger girl had began to speak, and he smiled, knowing she was also fifteen, and they had a very small age gap. He felt bad hearing her stutter, knowing he would be if he hadn't try to make a joke. He only made ridiculous faces to deal with pressure, and Leo was certain he had a big 'ole goofy grin. Emily had gone over a good plan, though Chloe had interrupted her. Irked by the rude action, Leo didn't want to hold himself. "Well screw you, I'm hungry." Moving on from the complaining girl, he stood, like the others, waiting for a response, only moving to slap a bug on his leg with a loud thwack.

Oliver frowned. He seemed to have been ignored... 'Maybe you didn't speak loud enough, idiot!" Shouted the voice in his head. He was really getting tired of hearing it, maybe if he focused hard enough, it would go away... 'Gotta get over my death, for one thing.' Said the voice. "Hello everyone." Said some kid that looked like a cowboy or something. "Is everyone alright?" Is he joking? They just went down on a flaming plane and he just asked that question?? Oliver opened his mouth to say something sarcastic and rude when the girl he was originally speaking to spoke up. "W-we need to f-find how many supplies we s-still have. Then start a f-fire and c-cook some food. Everyone n-needs something in their s-system in order to h-heal." She said. 'Holy crap. Someone, quick, get her a promotion to captain obvious!' Said Ben. Another girl walked up. "Guys, we can get food later, look at my arm!" She dramatically raised her arm, motioning to the not-so-serious cuts that covered her arm. "I can't get supplies and stuff like this, it really fucking hurts!" Oliver glared at her. She obviously didn't really care about the others, she focused only on herself. That normally would have been fine with him, but he knew that she couldn't live without others, and that she'd most likely be more of a leech than anything. "Well screw you, I'm hungry." Said another guy who just limped up. He had a pretty bad scar across his leg, and looked pretty banged up.
"Everyone, shut the fuck up." Oliver said, mimicking his brother when he was mad. It was a dark and threatening voice, a voice that promised pain. "If we're all going to be all goody-goody around here, we all seem to have forgotten rule number one for being a goody-two-shoes." He pointed at the plane. "What if someone needs our help? We gonna go searching for food or complaining about little cuts on our arms-" He directed a glare full of hate at the complainer. "While people are dying out here?" He knew he caught all of their attentions. He probably also gave the impression of being a serial killer of something stupid like that. Honestly... He never killed someone in his life. His brother killed a few, but he was dead now, and he knew he had to act like him in order to get through this. He pointed at the cowboy, who seemed to be least hurt non-bitch one. "You look around over there and I'll look around over here." He pointed the cowboy to the side of the beach opposite he landed in while he pointed himself to the other side. "Everyone else can search the plane. Its a shorter walk, but there might be more dead. Please keep this in mind; There will be blood. There will probably be gore. If you can't stand that thought, please stay here. Otherwise, you really should be helping." He knew he just took control, but he didn't care. He actually just wanted to find a good reason to look tough and maybe somewhat leader like in front of these people, and what better way than that? Besides, they might actually be useful in the future...

Timothy smiled at the younger girl who stuttered. He nodded, "I can cook...but eh..." He coughed and shook his head. "Plane food isn't the best for us...maybe we can find real food out here? Ever been huntin?" He'd say with a chuckle. Then a girl who seemed enjoy complaining came up and spoke about the cuts on her arm. He'd hold out his hand to examine her cuts. "A bit of alcohol or peroxide and some ointment will help that miss." He'd say wondering if there were any that could've survived the plane crash...that stuff was flammable. "I can fix this up." He'd say coolly before he heard a guy start taking charge. Seeing where the guy pointed he nodded.

"I'll see what I can find." He'd say politely before turning his back. Stopping he'd gaze at the various trees and branches and leaves. "We'll also have to make shelter...I can do that." He'd say volunteering himself up for the position, forgetting about his ankle. Beads of sweat were already starting to form on his shoulders and neck, giving a slight sheen to his skin. He obviously looked like he knew how to build things since he was well built and had a farmers tan. He had built his familys barn from the ground up. Surveying the trees, he made sure to know which ones to grab, and how to make them. Timothy turned to the group and surveyed everyone there. Who could help him? He could do it on his own, but it would take longer. "Er... Emily right?" He said addressing the 15 year old. Timothy motioned for the girl to follow him, "Come on.. why don't you help me..." He'd give everyone a smile before turning back to make his way down the beach, whether she followed him or not.

"Er...Emily right?" Timothy asked her and she nodded, smiling slightly. Come on...why don't you help me..." He smiled and then moved off towards the trees. She hurried to catch up with him, letting her wrist fall painfully to her side so she could put pressure on the cut. She'd read somewhere that for large gashes you had to put lots of pressure on them, especially when in motion. When she caught up with Timothy--for a boy with a bandaged ankle he sure could move--and waited by his side for what to do.

"Have you b-built shelters b-before? It seems h-hard, but n-necessary." She stuttered again and mentally cursed herself. At least it was getting better, was Emily's only positive thought. Please be gone soon so I can stop acting like a freak, she wished and looked around at the trees. "W-what about this one? It s-seems sturdy enough r-right?" She stopped and kneeled down by a large trunk of a tree that had fallen over. It looked extremely too heavy for her to lift, but Timothy and some of the other guys could probably do it. It might make a nice base for the shelter. But, she didn't know anything about this kind of stuff, so she turned to Timothy.

Devon limped on over. He heard them talking about building a shelter before. He smiled; having being in boy scouts when he was a kid, he knew his way around things like this. He made his way over to them, grimacing every time he put any type of pressure on his ankle.

"Hey guys, I don't mean to intrude, but I know a little bit about shelter building, I think I could help a bit." Looking at the tree she was looking at, he agreed that it might be useful eventually, but they would need to make a quick, temporary shelter for the night, knowing that a big shelter could take an entire day to build. "This tree might be good for later, but I think we need to make a lean-to for tonight. It's fairly quick to build, and it'll keep us warm for the night. I think it would be best to do a quick shelter tonight so we can focus on getting some injuries looked at." He said the last part, glancing at the injuries on Chloe's arm.
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Chloe was a little ticked off. She knew that tone they were giving her. They didn't take her seriously. "Whatever, if you're not going to take me seriously enough, I'll just go curl up in the jungle and DIE!" She turned and stomped away.

That one guy Oliver was getting mad, kind of like her. She wondered if she could get him to do some of her work, maybe all of it. That way, she could relax and tend to her obviously serious wounds. She walked over to the fuming guy. "Hey, they're not paying attention to us."

Emily looked at Devon and frowned. She supposed he was right, the tree was a little large for a temporary shelter, and they definitely needed to look at the injuries they all had suffered.

"O-okay. We'll l-look for others. I t-think--" Emily suddenly caught her sentence off and leapt to her feet. "D-did you guys h-hear that? There's s-someone else out there!" Emily exclaimed, before a sudden burning on her stomach made her double over with a small scream. I must have bumped it when I stood up, Emily clutched her stomach in pain, it felt like someone had poured liquid nitrogen on the open wound. But she shoved it aside, fearing that someone would forget about the other voice they heard and try to help her instead.

"I-I'm fine. G-go! F-find the o-other person! She needs help!" Emily spoke through gritted teeth. She couldn't see either if their faces, but she hoped at least one of them was going to help that girl.

Devon figured that the Oliver kid was talking to him with the messed up leg. "I'm fine, I need to work on building a lean to for the injured. I'll tend to myself a little later." This really wasn't like him, but maybe the near death experience was making him a little more kind. He figured he'd be back to normal soon. He looked towards Timothy. He looked quite strong, probably stronger than him. "Hey you, Timothy, you seem capable. Could you give me a hand?"

Looking at Emily, he really felt bad for her. "Sit down." He told her calmly "Don't push yourself too hard, okay?"

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Chloe sunk down into the sand. Nobody was paying any attention to her. She didn't feel like hurting herself any more, so she simply watched everyone else do things.

Rhea opened her eyes seeing someone's shadow coming up to her. The shadow became a person and that person began to move her injured leg on top of her right leg. The let out a little wince of pain and her face showed it. He then lifted her up. The guy himself also looked in pain and Ray felt bad. It would be much easier to just leave her there where she would eventually die. But this guy was to kind and he carried her until they reached a small group of people. Rhea was layed down on a chair and the guy carrying her stumbled forward, let out some orders to another guy and then fell to the ground and passed out.

Rhea laid her head back on the chair. It wasn't comfortable but at least the sand wasn't stinging her wound. Another guy came up to her and kneeled down he asked "Hey are you alright?" Ray tried to smile u successfully. "I'll be fine, just take care of yourself." She was sure the pain would end and she would die. It just hurt so much. Rhea lifted her head up with effort and saw 2 other girls, one looked upset with the world. The other was just there, looking quiet and small. She looked back to the guy. "You should sit down, really." She said meaningfully.

"Sit down." Devon told Emily calmly, "don't push yourself too hard, okay?" Emily smiled weakly and nodded. She slowly sank to the ground and bent her head down, shutting her eyes tight against the pain. Her wrist was numb, so at least she didn't have to worry about that. But her gash felt like it was literally on fire. What the heck did I bump into? Did I even bump into anything?

"I-I didn't do a-anything too hard. It just started. Ugh, it feels like it's on fire!" She exclaimed, the pain of the injury taking away her stutter. She lifted her shirt a little to reveal the gash, leaving her wrist curled away at her side so she didn't bump that and make that worse as well. She gasped at the sight of the cut, and it took all of her effort not to just faint right there. The cut itself was oozing blood like a waterfall around a large piece of shrapnel stabbed in the middle. The skin around it was purple and bleeding as well, and there looked to be little shards buried there too. She felt tears leak down her face, surely this pain would go away soon, right? Without realizing it, she leaned against Devon for support. Timothy hadn't said anything during this, so she didn't know what was going on inside his head right now. Turning to Devon, she blinked past the black spots that were clouding her vision. She was losing blood fast, and she had no idea what to do about it.

"I don't know what to do. What do I do? How do I make this stop?" She said through tears and darkness that was now clouding her vision to a high extent. She hated being a baby, there were obviously other, more seriously injured, people around, but she had to get rid of this pain. "Help me..." She begged, dropping down to her lowest pride levels. The only good thing that had come out of this was that her stutter was gone, at least around these two.

Devon bent down on his knees next to her. The cut on her wrist was nasty, to say the least. It was purple and oozing and just plain disgusting. Luckily, he had a strong stomach. He knew that the bleeding needed to be stopped soon. He didn't have anything else to use, so he pulled his shirt off over his head. He grabbed the bottom and ripped off a long strip of fabric.

"This is probably going to hurt a lot when I touch it, especially because I have to wrap it really tightly." He held out his hand and held the fabric easily accessible. "So, if you trust me, why don't you let me see that wrist of yours."

Devon kneeled down next to Emily. She frantically searched his eyes and inside them she found calmness, a sense of protectiveness, that made her heart physically slow down from its frantic pace. He looked at the cut on her abdomen, and then at her swelling wrist, before ripping a piece of fabric off of his shirt.

"This is probably going to hurt a lot when I touch it, especially because I have to wrap it really tightly." He held out his hand and held the fabric easily accessible. "So, if you trust me, why don't you let me see that wrist of yours?" Emily nodded slightly, and raised her wrist from her side, still keeping her right hand pressed tightly against the cut on her stomach, being very careful not to touch the shrapnel still stabbed deep into her abdomen. The bleeding had slowly subsided, now oozing a pale yellow pus that was just as gross as it sounded. The corners of Emily's vision were completely dark, so that meant that the cut on her side was starting to heal, or that there was just no more blood left in her stomach for her to lose.

She held her swelling, bruised, wrist out to him and let out a small cry of pain as the cut on her stomach throbbed again, which caused the shrapnel to move. She could practically feel it moving inside her body. But Devon was taking care of her wrist now, so she had to keep it together.

"I trust you." She said softly, fighting against the darkness of the pain and wishing for it all to be over.

First, Devon had to deal with her wrist. Quickly, trying to get it over with, he wrapped the fabric over the infected-looking area, knowing he could disinfect it later. Then, he tightened it as tight as he could without cutting off her circulation. Tying it in a knot, he secured the bandage. Now he had to deal with the other problem, the more gruesome one.

"Okay, now this is going to be worse, we need to get the shrapnel out." He gestured to her side with his eyes. He ripped a larger portion of his shirt, which was basically reduced to the sleeves by now. It didn't matter though, she needed it a lot more than he ever would on a tropical island. "Before I do anything, I need to look at it. It's possible that I might need something else to get it out."

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So this was Chloe's group now. Well, it could be worse. I could be stuck with that stupid cowboy or whatever. It's definitely a step down from what I was at school, but they seem like they'll do all the work for me.

"Well, what do we have to do first then? I really don't want to die anytime soon, so maybe we should... Find food or something?"

Emily let out a small scream as Devon tied the bandage on her wrist. There was a brief flare of pain, and then it just reduced to throbbing. The bone was definitely broken, she knew that for sure. But it would heal. It might heal incorrectly, but it would still heal.

"Okay, now this is going to be worse, we need to get the shrapnel out. Before I do anything, I need to look at it. It's possible that I might need something else to get it out." Devon said calmly. Emily blinked through eyes clouded with darkness and tears. Devon's face was merely a shadow now, and she was struggling with every breath to be able to focus and speak.

"Okay. Devon, I--well. Thanks." She said quietly, breathlessly. She was losing energy just as fast as she was losing blood. Don't sleep now, Em, c'mon, just get through this, Emily thought. She lifted her shirt to reveal the gash and sucked in a breath as some of the fabric of her shirt got caught on the shrapnel. When the gash was revealed to the open air, it hurt even more, and she started to cry again. But she didn't have enough force left in her body to really cry, so it was just a few tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

"Can you get it out? It hurts so bad...Just please, make it stop..." She cried, knowing that he could barely hear her. She was losing strength, and the pain of the gash was quickly becoming unbearable. She just hoped that Devon could help her.

Oliver opened slit his eyes open. He wasn't sure, but someone was screaming. He tried moving his back a little, and stopped immediately. "Mother fucker..." He muttered. He moved, very carefully, into his hands and knees and looked around. One of the guys was talking to one of the girls, and she looked in absolutely horrid shape. Everyone else just seemed to be standing around, resting. Oliver took a deep breath and stood up, then looked at the guy laying nearby. "Food." He said. "If she pulls through, she will die if she doesn't get food. I'm going to go get some." He then turned and started limping toward the crashed plane. There has to be some crappy plane food that survived... As he walked up, he noted the amount of bodies. "Damn..." He said, looking at someone who appeared to be a flight attendant. She was strewn across several trees. "Don't bring the girls here." He said to himself. If they were back in Chicago or some other place, he would have totally done that just to see the looks on their faces. But here, he needs them to be at least partially sane. He carefully picked his way to the plane itself, where he found that everything was burnt. "Dammit..." He walked to the back of the plane, which wasn't that bad. There, he opened a drawer to find several peanut packets. There were more peanuts, but most of the packages were broken, so there were peanuts everywhere. 'Its something.' Noted Ben. "Shut up." He spoke aloud. He had a theory that it was the only thing that could shut his brother's trap, even though that's only going to make everyone else think-no, he was crazy, it would show everyone that he's crazy. 'Would that be a bad thing?' Ben said again. Oliver ignored him and picked up the peanut packets. There was enough to get everyone and have two extra, which should be given to the most hurt. 'You are hurt pretty bad...' Ben said. "Shut the fuck up!!" Oliver shouted at the top of his lungs. There was no more conversations with his dead brother while he walked back to camp, where he handed a peanut pack to the complainer. "All I could find." He mumbled, handing one to the other two. He then walked over to the other cowboy and handed him four. "One for you, one for him, two for her." He explained. "She's gonna need the extra energy." Oliver then walked back and laid down, tired after his walk. "I could really use a drink about now..." He complained.

Rhea watched as Oliver came back to life. She had almost forgot he was there. The first thing he did was curse. Ray hated it. She hated swearing, Oliver was a caring guy and all but she certainly didn't like his language. Leo spoke as well by asking how long it would take for her wound to heal. "I honestly don't know, the sooner the better though." She sighed figuring she could spend anywhere from a few days to a few weeks paralysed completely on her left leg. Oliver had gotten up and ran off to find food back at the plane Rhea certainly didn't want to go back there. After a few moments she heard from Oliver a yell. He was angry, great. It only made her slightly more afraid of him.

Rhea tried using her arms to push herself up to see Emily, a smaller girl being wrapped in a cloth. That girl was tiny. The tiniest thing and would need extra attention. Ray desperately wanted to go help her, or calm her down or hold her hand, anything to be of help. Instead she sat helpless when Leo began to speak again. "So, guess all we need now is water? So uh.. how we gonna get that? Think we should go inward? I mean, if it'll make your leg better, and don't worry, ain't gonna let no spiders get you." Rhea nodded. "And we will go as a group when we do, all seven of us." She looked around doing a head count. Then she began to think of ways in her head of how she could walk with out if hurting, they most definitely couldn't wait till her burn healed. Maybe crutches would work, but they had none of the sort.

(OOC:accidentally tagged that random character always available to tag so ignore it.)

Chloe let out a loud sigh. She over-exaggerated it as much as she could, just so that they understood exactly HOW inconvenient this was for her. "Hmph, well I will have you know that I am NOT afraid of spiders at all, and I am just as capable of anyone else on this island." She stood up swiftly. Now, she had just told a huge lie of course. She screams at the tiniest spiders, even if they're on the other side of the room. However, she refused to let those two make fun of her for it.

"I think we should check the plane first. Surely there are some water bottles or something like that in the plane. I mean, if that Oliver kid can find peanuts, we can probably find water." Nice going, she thought to herself with a small smile, I bet they don't think you're so dumb anymore.
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Devon had to hold in a loud gasp when she lifted her shirt. It was absolutely hideous. Oh come on man, get your shit together. She needs you right now. He pep talked himself. Plus, I'm sure you'll be able to get laid if you're her knight in shining armor. the perverted side of his brain decided to add that. He shook his head, he couldn't be himself right now. He had to be a hero.

He took a closer look. Thankfully, the pieces were visible and sticking out far enough for him to grab. He wouldn't need tweezers or anything, which he probably wouldn't have been able to find anyways. There were maybe five or six shards of metal sticking out, but they looked really painful.

He held out his left hand towards her, in case she needed something to grab onto. "This will be rough, but we need to get it out now before the skin heals over it. If it helps, you can squeeze my hand as hard as you need." Then with that, he placed his thumb and forefinger very lightly on the largest looking piece. He figured he would start with the most painful to get it over with. Maybe, if she was lucky, she would faint from the pain and stay out for the whole thing. That would probably be the easiest on her. "Alright I'm going to count to three. 1, 2, 3!" As soon as he said three, he pulled that first piece of shrapnel as hard as he could, getting it out in one pull.