Vince had been grounded and separated from the group. Not by any intention of Piper he had hoped. There were still people running about, helping people out and trying to regain whatever they had lost on the crash. He had observed one man who, despite his injures had walked himself back to the wreck, tore apart the luggage compartment until he had found his own bag. The man drug to case to where he was sitting and began handling out blankets. Was he going to Canada or something? Afraid he was going to freeze to death. Why pack three blankets? Vince sighed. Why this man had an abundance of blankets would remain a mystery , for now they came in handy. His gazed turned to the girl who had sat herself beside him. The oblivious little girl who had asked if he had wanted her to move him with the steel bar protruding from his leg. Everyone else had looked quite busy, dying, or trying to not. 

"Well then" Vince exclaimed as he readied himself for standing. It was gonna hurt, and some part of him was telling him to stay down, but for once he went against his better judgement. He didn't want his clothing getting anymore damaged. His efforts were in vain however, as the soles of his injured leg tapped the sand. There is only so much ibuprofen can do, and stopping the surging pain from spiking up his leg was not one. It had its capacity for pain relieving and this was too much. The man gripped his leg once again, this time letting out a painful screech as he fell forward. His face made contact with the sand as his open mouth filled. Sand replaced his scream with a gagging sound as he began spitting out all that had entered his mouth. Vince clutched his leg a moment longing, waiting for the pain to subside, and taking in deep breaths.