"Well, if we see a polar bear, we'll know for sure." Angel said with a grin aimed at Luc. "Or if a yummy Ian Somerhalder appeared. Mmm-mm. That would make all this worth it." She added with a giggle, which became subdued slightly as she looked back at the ship. "Well.... not quite all of it. There were some bodies on the ship." She added in a somewhat hollow tone, any smiles gone as she watched Bobby clean Luc's burn - it already looked better. Now all it needed was to get the air at it.
"Um... I'm gonna go and see to Jhett. Make sure you don't bandage that, 'kay?" Angel said, snapping out of her melancholy stupor as she smiled at Bobby, before taking one of the kits and running back over to the rocks where Jhett was.

"Yeah. Polar bears." Luc winced as Bobby cleaned the wound. "Bodies. That's gruesome. Anybody we might know?" He asked and then reconsidered as he knew none of these people particularly well. "I mean... Nevermind." He closed his eyes and laid back down. No need to provoke panic or sadness. It wasn't right or even necessary. "Sorry."

Jhett was close to falling asleep, he could feel a weight being lifted off of him. His head was beginning to feel like....well that it wasn't there. He almost felt relieved, he would die, and then he wouldn't have to suffer anymore. He hadn't even been stranded with the rest of them for very long, and he felt hopeless. He didn't know if he would ever heal, and if he did, would he heal correctly? Would there be damage? He didn't know what Yvette was doing, and he didn't know what had happened with the other guy that she had been helping. All he knew was that he was going to go to sleep now...

Yvette was still tending to Kyle when she glanced back to Jhett, seeing him laying down in the sand and one of the girls coming over the rocks. Her eyes lit up with hope and a small smile as she hoped they would be able to treat him now and everything would be okay. She reassured Kyle she would be right back and got up, running back to Jhett and Angel. She was breathing heavily, probably not a good idea to run when she was dehydrated, but fell on her knees next to Jhett as Angel was getting close. She looked over Jhett as his eyes fluttered closed and blew gently over his eyes. "Jhett, she got the first aid kit!" she said, hoping he'd open his eyes again for her.

Jhett could hear Yvette's voice, and something in him snapped, he started to fight the feeling of sleep and he struggled to open his eyes. He couldn't get them to open, he was so tired, "I don't....want...sleep." He could barely formulate his words, he didn't know if he had gotten enough out for her to understand that he didn't want to fall asleep, but he was afraid it might be too late.

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*Nix everything about Brooke before*

Brooke awoke to find herself on a beach, sand was places it shouldn't be and her clothes were soaked and torn. What the hell had happened last night? She glanced around and saw nothing but sand, till she hit the ocean. Then she saw what had happened, the ship! It was wrecked, and split in two. It appeared to be sinking...Brooke stood up and saw some figure down the beach from her, they looked to be running around frantic. Brooke started running towards them, waving her arms and yelling. "Hey hello!"

After cleaning up the wound and applying burn cream, Bobby had finished with the wound. She looked through the first aid kit she had, as Angel had left with the other one, for anything else that she could use to help Luc. She found a bottle of Advil and held it up to him. "You want something for the pain?"

Angel looked from the injured Jhett to the clearly relieved Yvette, although a desperation was coming over the older girl's face as Jhett struggled against unconsciousness.
"I think you should sleep, actually." Angel said to Jhett gently, opening up the kit. "There aren't any anaesthetics in here... and stitches hurt quite a bit." She said, taking out one of the sutures, the stitches, and some antiseptic wipes. She was so happy that her Dad had taught her how to do all of this stuff.
"Could you roll him over for me?" She asked Yvette, doubting Jhett had the strength himself to do it, wiping her hands with the anti-septic and then the suture. Not exactly hospital standard cleaning, but it would do. As she threaded the suture, she glanced up at where Yvette had ran over from.
"Is that someone else over there? Are they hurt too?" Angel asked, squinting in the distance. She was slightly short-sighted, and had naturally left her glasses back in her room on the ship. Hopefully she could retrieve them somehow.

Yvette nodded, not knowing what she was doing anyway so letting Angel take the lead. She’d only pretended to have some understanding to make Jhett feel like he was in good hands. For now, she rolled Jhett over gently, blushing slightly as she did. ”Is there anything I can help with?” she asked, and then Angel asked about Kyle. ”Yes! she exclaimed. ”He needs stitches in his leg,” she frowned with pity in her eyes. These poor guys!

"Hell yes!" He practically tore Bobby's hand off grabbing the bottle. "Heck. I mean heck. And please." He felt stupid for acting like an animal, but his mind was getting fuzzy. he was hungry and thirsty. More thirsty than anything else. "You didn't happen to find any food or water, did you?" He looked up hopefully.

Jhett fell asleep before they had even rolled him over, he felt no pain, not a thing. Every thing was black.

"Jesus," Bobby chuckled. Luc must have been in an immense amount of pain, snatching at the bottle of pain killer like an animal swiping at it's prey. "Just don't take too many. We're going to need those in the future." She sat back on the dirt ground, fiddling with the wild plantation. She frowned at Luc's question. "We just went in for the first aid kit...I dont think we can get back in again. Half of the ship started to tip just as we were getting off. As far as food and water goes, I'm sure there must be plants or small creatures somewhere on this island. I'd assume there'd be a spring as well. But, of course, we'd have to travel quite a distance inland for these things. But it beats risking your life to climb that god forsaken ship," she said, having bitter feelings towards the ship that now, took her fairly normal life and twisting it inside out. She couldn't think of getting off the island yet - more important and urgent things were at hand. But, once they were dealt with, the question would surely arise of when and how they would return home. Or even if they would return.

"Oh." Luc looked into the distance, trying to catch a glimpse of the ship. "I know how to fish." He mumbled, the fuzziness now becoming more noticeable as the pain in his leg decreased.

"That could be useful," Bobby nodded. "If we had fishing rods."

"Sure......." Luc fell asleep now that he finally felt safe and the pain was reduced to a dull ache.

Bobby made sure to gently place Luc under the shade, away from sand or anything that could infect his wound. Making sure he was safe where he was, Bobby figured she may as well head over to where Angel, Yvette, and Jhett were. Hopefully, they would be able to treat his wounds and he would be back to normal in time.

"Crap." Angel muttered, biting her lip. Hopefully that other guy would be able to hang on until she was done here. Hands shaking ever so slightly, Angel cleaned the wound at the base of Jhett's head, wincing as she did. Once all of the blood was cleared up, she let out a sigh of relief. Although fairly deep, it wasn't fatal, even without stitches. However, stitches would have to be put in whether Angel felt squeamish about it not. Making sure the end of the thread was knotted, she clamped the skin together with those weird tweezer things that came with the suture, and put it through the flesh, her face blanching white as she did. God, this was awful. She was just so thankful Jhett had succumbed to his sleep and wasn't thrashing about.
"Okay...one stitch done." She said somewhat shakily to Yvette with a weak smile after the first one was done. The wound was deep, but not very wide, so not many stitches would be necessary. Angel had a fleeting thought of that she was probably the youngest one on this island - why was SHE doing all the hard work? But that selfish thought lasted less than a second as she began the next stitch.

If they were going to survive this, everyone had to fall back on their strengths. And stick together.

Yvette watched at first, but then she couldn’t. Putting the back of her wrist to her mouth and nose she looked away, hard for her to see Jhett like this. All she wanted to do was hug him and for everything to be okay. Good thing he couldn’t read her mind or surely he would have thought she was weird for that, but the thought it could happen kept her breathing and not passing out as Angel did her work. When she did finish, Yvette looked at her with humbleness in her gaze. ”Thank you, I really had no idea how to do that,” she said, shaking her head. ”Is there anyone we should fix up?” Yvette asked.

Jhett wasn't feeling any pain till he jolted awake, then his head started throbbing again. He looked at Yvette and smiled, "Am I in heaven now?"

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Brooke stumbled around the beach until she came upon a wall of rocks, she could have sworn that she heard voices over there. But then again she thought she had seen people when she woke up but there had been no one. She was starting to get really scared, she started to climb up the rocks hoping the whole way up that she would find someone that could tell her if there were more survivors or not. Once she reached the top of the rocks she saw a group of people, "Omg thank god..." She started to run at them, "Hey hello!" She noticed something familiar about the girl that had her back to her. "Yvette???? IS THAT YOU!?"

Yvette looked at Jhett and blushed heavily before laughing a bit. ”No, I don’t think so, Jhett,” she smiled, reaching out and running her fingers through his hair lightly, and pressing just a little to indicate she wanted him to stay laying on the beach. ”Angel did get you stitched up though and…” she was suddenly cut off by a voice. She looked behind her to see a girl running towards them, and suddenly Yvette’s smile got even bigger. ”It’s Brooke!” she told Angel and Jhett, not knowing if they knew her or not, but just excited. ”Brooke!” she shouted, smiling down at Jhett and then at Angel one more time before getting up and running to her friend she’d thought had surely died. When they met she hugged her tight. ”Oh my god I thought you were dead,” Yvette breathed, pulling back in disbelief, so thankful for someone else she knew to have survived.

Jhett smiled at her, and laughed "I think I just might be though." He liked the feeling of Yvette touching his hair and he closed his eyes. When he heard the voice yelling he tried to sit up to look but his head wasn't quite done spinning on him yet. So he laid back down.

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Brooke grabbed Yvette into a hug so tight that it should have broken bones, "Omg I thought everyone was dead but I can see that there are some that still are alive! Thank god. Now we can work together to get out of this!" Brooke broke the hug and looked behind Yvette. "Is that...is that Jhett Jensen laying there? Jhett Jensen who you were totally just fluffing his hair?" Brooke smiled at Yvette.