"Ok Yvette take a big deep, and hold it for me, Jon lets link arms as we lift her it will create a cradle, we have to keep her stable until someone with some medical training can look at it. I pray we have a doc or nurse left alive."

Mike took a deep breath as he slid his hand under Yvette's leg and behind her back, after linking hands with Jon, He counted to three and they lifted her from the seat. Carefully they carried her slight frame into the shade of one of the trees, several survivors had begun gathering pillows and blankets to lay the injured on. They laid Yvette down on the blanket. Once she was lying comfortably Mike stood and surveyed the scene.

Aircraft pieces and debris laid across the beach head and some even floated in the water. There were bodies lying everywhere in grotesque, twisted positions. Overwhelmed by the sheer loss of life Mike's stomach twisted, out of roughly 300 there appeared to be less than 20 survivors.

After taking a deep breath and not knowing what else to do Mike took off his shirt and undershirt. He tore the undershirt into strips and wrapped one around his nose and then his hands. He then began the macabre task of picking up the body parts and deceased and moving them away from the survivors.

Yvette nodded, memorizing the two men’s’ names and chewing her lip continuously while Mike asked her to hold her breath while they lifted her. ”Okay,” she said softly, fear still flickering in her eyes as she chose to focus her gaze on the two helping her rather than the dead among them. She waited until arms cradled her before taking the deep breath. When lifted, a spike of pain shot from her hip, making her let out a small whimper, but she stopped it as soon as it had left her lips, keeping quiet the rest of the journey to the beach. She felt herself lowered onto a blanket, thankful to lay in the shade and close her eyes for a moment to stop the dizziness permeating through her head. She rolled her slightly injured shoulder and grimaced again before lowering her right leg, leaving her left leg slightly bent as she didn’t want to stretch that side of her body out, thanks to the metal injury.

She opened her eyes after the brief moment to not feel sick, and watched Mike go to help with other things, leaving her with Jon and others nearby laying on blankets, injured. She had meant to say thank you again, but well, she supposed there was much to do. She wished she was in tip top shape so she could help. Possibly dig through luggage and find supplies, scout for water, reassure the injured and just talk to them so they felt okay. But for now she supposed she was stuck. Her eyes flitted to Jon’s and she looked at him with an unsure gaze. ”Will I have to have stitches?” she asked. She was scared of them, never having had an injury great enough to need them, never having even broken a bone.

Jon helped lift Yvette up, and helped Mike carry her out. He was a third year medical student- more than anything, he had just been watching people treat patients, he really hadn't done anything himself, and began to feel unprepared for the situation. He hoped that an actual doctor had survived, because he didn't want to deal with this himself. He helped sit Yvette down on the blanket, and then sat down next to her, looking at his blood stained pant leg.

He heard Yvette ask if she would need stitches, and turned his head toward her hip, looking at it,"I, I really can't say, and even if you do.." He sighed, he was speaking softly, but he had to find a way to put things nicely,"..We might need to find a way to improvise, but don't worry- help will probably be here soon." Jon had been so focused, he hadn't realized that Mike had said something about hoping a doctor or nurse was alive, but could vaguely remember it, and debated calling out. He decided to do so,"Hey, uh, Mike! I'm a medical student- haven't done much though." He said.

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Mike finished cleaning up the immediate area around the survivors and threw the bloody rags wrapped around his hands on to the pile of bodies he had made behind the plane. If worse came to worse they could drain some of the remaining jet fuel to dispose of the corpses. By this time he was so depressed and sickened to his stomach he couldn't deal with the macabre sight. Turning he began walking back towards the small survivor's area. It was made just as the beach sand gave way to trees of island. The trees were close enough together to offer some shade. As he reached the shade Jon called out to him "Hey, uh, Mike! I'm a medical student- haven't done much though."

Walking up to Jon and Yvette he replied, "You may be the closest thing to a Doc we have out here, but looking at the carnage there won't be many of us to take care of. I had some mass casualty training, and basic first aid, I know how to splint, stitch and CPR, but if you need a set of hands I don't get queasy or sick easy. I guess the first thing we should do is find a first aid kit."

Presley sighed in relief as she heard someone coming her way. A guy showed up and approached to check on her, "Look I really wanna be super man and carry you out of here, but I don't think I have the strength and I don't know if it is safe to carry you." she faintly nodded when he looked at her reassuringly, and promised to get her out. Seconds later he came back with an older man. His eyes reminding her of Chase's. Presley shook the thoughts away as she felt her self being lift up.

Lee heard her respond and that reassured him that it would be safe to carry her. He took up her arms and Gordon took up her ankles. With his help they were able to safely take her out of the plane.
Once they were outside they set here down on the sand," He Gordon I have no idea what I'm doing, but if we have injured, I think we should start looking for shelter, and I don't think the plane I'd the best place."

Gordon and lee carried the young girl out of the plane safely. On shore Gordon looked at the girl and said "you'll be alright young lady" while carrying her from her foot. They gently put her down as Lee said that they need to find shelter. But Gordon knew that what is important right now is to look for survivors. And bury the deceased. "Shelter isn't important now Lee. We have to look for survivors. We have to do our best to heal the wounded. I doubt there are any survivors left in the plane. We should search the plane for medical supplies. And water." Gordon looked around, he saw someone gathering the dead bodies. "At least some aren't in panic." He said in his head while he was sitting near the young girl. "Lee we need medical supplies. I'll run to the plane and scavenge what I can. Why don't you stay here and look after this young lady over here?". He looked at her with a smile and said "Whats your name?"

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Jon watched Mike walk back up and listened carefully to what he had to say. Jon bit his lip- he had mostly done observing, and with the limited supplies available, this would be quite a stretch, but he supposed he would have to take in the role of doctor even if he were still far from one.

"Uh yeah- a first aid kit would sure be a start, but something tells me there will be some far from protocol improvisation going on- but we will have to just deal with it." Jon tried to hide his discomfort with the position he was being put in. "About how many people need actual attention, would you say?" He asked,"I may be in a little need of help myself- but it can wait."

"Ok Jon let me locate some sort of first aid kit, then we'll figure out how many walking wounded we have and how many need medical attention now. Hang tight Buddy we're going to get through this." Mike patted Jon on the shoulder as he stood up and headed back toward the wreckage. He honestly didn't know if they would make it or not but somehow just appearing confident and attempting to share that confidence would hopefully spread to others.

As he jogged towards the plane he saw a couple of the other guys walking around there, He went to them quickly and asked, "Have y'all seen a first aid kit anywhere? Jon is a med student and may be the closest thing we have to a doctor. We need to find the Kit and get some blankets and pillows as well as any bottled water inside so he can use it to flush the wound. We also need someone to check with the remaining survivors we need to sort out who had bumps, bruises scrapes, and call them walking wounded, they don't need attention right now. We also need to figure out which ones do need the attention now and try to get Jon to see to them ASAP. I've had training for mass casualty disasters like this so I cam start triageing the walking wounded from the injured if you guys want to take care of the other stuff for now. I think once we get the survivors sorted we need to get together and discuss sleeping arrangements and shelter for the night. I don't want to come across as pushy but we need to focus and take these things one step at a time."

Yvette listened to Jon and Mike silently, just laying back and ignoring the pain she was in. Looking at the bits of people scattered across the beach she was humbled a bit. She looked to the side and saw another girl being laid down nearby by two other men and gave a meager smile towards her and the others, though the older gentleman who had helped the blonde seemed to be talking to her so Yvette glanced away.

She hadn’t counted very many people up and walking about, but there was enough to get what they needed to get done, done she hoped. ”I’m pretty sure airplanes have… like one first aid kit per 50 passengers or something like that,” she said after Mike eagerly jogged away, hoping to at least be somewhat helpful since the two guys had been helping her. She knew random facts like that from picking up what other people said now and again. If only useless trivia helped her on exams. ”About what time do you think it is?” she asked, unable to judge the sun since she was in the shade.

Jon nodded at Mike,"Okay, thank you. While you do that, I'll- uh, I'll make sure everyone is okay for now." He watched Mike walk away. He nodded at Yvette's random fact-"And there were what- about 300 people on the plane? So about 6 first aid kits, that should suffice I would think." He said confidently- inside, he was scared to death, but now he was stuck with people counting on him to help, and so he aimed to keep his cool.

Just then, Jon noted another girl on a blanket nearby, and decided to get up and check on her. He looked over at Yvette,"Just stay here- okay? Try not to move very much, I'll be over by that other girl, so yell if you need anything." He got up and made his way over to the girl, kneeling down near the other two men,"So what's going on over here?" He tried to sound warm and calm, he knew it was key to try and keep everyone calm.

Presley was placed on the warm sand. She shifted slowly until she was at ease. She zoned out as the two guys conversed about finding shelter and healing survivors. She learned that the older man's name is Gordon. His eyes are just like Chase's she thought again. she's aware that her eyes are a close shade of blue, but those just reminds her of her brother's. She was brought back to reality when Gordon asked her "what's your name?" She looked up to see him smiling at her, and the younger guy, Lee? was still there too. "Presley, sir" she answered quietly." My name's Presley." Before either could say anything else, another person approached and kneeled down beside them. She felt a little uncomfortable being the Centre of attention, but his voice was calm and soothing."so what's going on here?" She looked at her hands then back at them before answering "I, my legs are a little numb, I think I could hardly walk for a while.." they looked at her legs to check, and she felt her cheeks heat, so she added "there's uh, a scar in my left shoulder, but the blood has dried, nothing severe, I'll be fine." She flashed them a small smile. Presley looked around, there was another girl laying alone, she couldn't see her face but she had beautiful hair. 'I wonder what had happened to her' she thought to herself.

"My name's Presley" the girl answered. " well Presley you're going to fine. I just have to go check the plane for medical supplies. I'll bring you a pain killer if I find one." Said Gordon with a smile. A man approached them, he was one of the men Gordon saw earlier with the other girl who lay a few steps away. The man kneeling down he asked "So whats going on over here?". Presley replied saying that her legs are numb. Then she notified them about the wound on her left shoulder. Gordon wondered if there are any other wounds Presley didn't mention. Gordon looked at the man and said "Is that girl over there alright?. Am going to check the plane for medical supplies. Why don't you come along, and take to her what you could find?" Gordon stood up and looked at the plane wreckage. "Hopefully we find something good in there." He said in his head.

Lee nodded at the girls response, sighing in relief that she was still cognitive. "Look Gordon, I under stand the bit about looking for survivors and medical supplies. But we need to assess the current situation and realize what we can and can't do. We can't bury all the dead, do you know how many people were on that plane, good luck burying them, or even finding the body parts of those who were decapitated." Lee stood up and started to walk down the beach, " You just look for what you can use, I'll see what we can use for shelter, because I'm not staying in that plane." and with that he disappeared father down the beach.

Jon nodded to the girl,"Well, uh.. I'm Jon." He smiled at her and the two men, he really wasn't sure as to how to react to her, and sighed. Just then, a man made the suggestion that he go and help find stuff."Yeah, I mean.. She's more than likely going to be okay." He nods,"Mike also went to look for stuff, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt anything."

Looking back at Jon, Gordon said "Good. We should look for food and water then, and if we found medical supplies it would be unwise to not bring it along.". He took his attention to Presley and smiled. He stood and Faced the plane wreckage giving his back to them. "Well, I am gonna go now. Follow me when you're ready" said Gordon as he walked away towards what was left of the plane. He stood in front of it, he shifted his head up and down, checking it out. "If no help came today or tomorrow, we best take from the plane what we can and maybe use some of its parts to make shelter. " he thought. The blood was all around. As he went to the front part of the plane he slipped and fell hitting his cheek onto the ground. "Damn!" He yelled. He stood on his knees, and ran his hand to his cheek, it was bloody. "It must have been blood I slipped on" he thought. His shirt had a big blood stain. He stood up, and wiped the blood off of his cheek with his sleeves. He couldn't tell if he was bleeding or not, But he was. He reached the front part of the plane and started scavenging for food and water.

Mike re-entered the aft part of the fuselage, he was able to make it to the storage cabin where the food and drinks were stored. He found two large First Aid kits as well as some bottles of water. He threw 7 or 8 bottles of water into a bag, and grabbed some of the small bottles of alcohol. He exited the ruins carefully and sprinted back towards Jon and Yvette. When he reached them he saw another female lying not far from Yvette with Jon checking over her.

He walked over to Jon and handed him a first aid kit, "Here ya go Jon, I grabbed some water bottles to, we can use the clean water to clean the wounds for stitches, and let them drink some of the alcohol to deaden the pain. I bet there's Aspirin and Tylenol in the kits but I doubt anything stronger than that. While you work with this lady here I'll try to get Yvette prepped for ya, since she will definitely need some stitches."

Mike turned and walked back to Yvette, "Ok Hun," he said in his thick Southern accent, "I don't know if you've ever drank before but I need you to drink a few of these bottles here, the alcohol will deaden the pain." Mike knelt by Yvette's leg and examined it once more for himself. He opened the first Aid kit and pulled out a pair of scissors, "Alright, I hate to do this but I'm going to have to cut away a bit of your pants around the wound so it can be bandaged cleanly."

Working quickly, Mike had a small area of the fabric cleared away, carefully he poured some of the water around the wound where the metallic debris penetrated her skin. "I'm cleaning around the edges of the wound, I'm getting the dirt and dried blood away so Jon can pull it out. Once it's out we'll clean the inside of the wound and get you stitched up."

Mike carefully laid out the sterile pack of gauze on a clean blanket and left the pack unopened; he pulled out the needle and thread and then the bottles of rubbing alcohol and hydrogen peroxide. It wasn't much in the way of supplies but it should be enough to fix this wound if they were careful.

Looking up at Yvette, Mike spoke again, "You're bein' brave Hun, I've got everything cleaned up and ready for Jon. When all of this is done we'll try to round you up some clean clothes to put on. Now you just hang tight, Jon will be over any sec now."

Yvette nodded as Jon said he was going to check on the other girl. She seemed to already be being taken care of, but whether or not the other men had any medical experience was the thing. So she just forced a smile and closed her eyes, letting the grimace come back to her face when he was out of ear shot. A small whimper left her lips as she shifted slightly, trying to be comfortable but unable to. She sighed heavily, opening her eyes in time to see Mike coming back towards her from over where the other young lady was. She chewed her lip, hoping they would all be okay.

She honestly hadn’t ever drank before, never having been given permission by her protective mother. But she nodded quietly and propped herself up on her elbows, taking one of them and sipping. Her face scrunched up slightly at the taste, but hey, if it would mean less pain… She began drinking the rest of it while watching Mike and listening to him.

”Have you done this before?” she asked hesitantly, finding he seemed like he had. Of course she could be wrong. She twitched slightly when he poured water on her, looking a bit sad when he said she’d need stitches. It was the thought of a needle running back and forth through her skin that bothered her most, so she grabbed another little bottle and opened it.

”I’m… not brave,” she said humbly, a sheepish smile on her face as she shook her head slightly, using one arm to brush her hair from her face and clear her throat. She continued drinking the small bottle quietly.