Kiki Williams
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He said all formal, not looking up from his stupid clipboard,
“If it’s still on board we’ll get it out asap.”She gave a quick curtsey, bending her leg behind herself.
”That would be me,” she said coolly.
“I’m going speak to everyone before we get started. Do me a favor and keep an eye on this gentleman over here.” He said before gesturing toward someone. She followed his gaze to a guy with a far away look in his eye and a cloth wrapping around his head. Was he there the whole time? She must be just as out of it. She crossed her arms and looked over to him.
”Hurt anywhere?” she said as she put her hip to the side,
”Besides the head, I mean.”Angelino didn’t follow the advice the pilot gave him about sitting down. He felt shaken but he opted to stand. His thoughts were interrupted by a female voice, he smiled a bit at her.
“Was lucky enough not to get any other injuries.” He shifted his bag and offered his hand for a shake.
“Angelino Fabbro. What about you? In one piece?” ”Kiki,” she said plainly, lifting her sweater a bit to show the bruises across her midsection,
”Bruised, but nothing’s broken,” she pulled her sweater back down then wiggled her finger, signaling for him to bend over to her level.
”Cut on your head will bleed like a motherfucker,” she shivered slightly at the wind on her back, she should have worn more layers.
”It looks a lot worse than it is. If you start feeling sleepy, tell me,”Angelino made a small wince when Kiki showed him her bruises, knowing with time they will get more color probably.
“I noticed the amount of bleeding was a lot.” He leaned a bit down allowing the pink head to check the bandage around his head.
“Are you a doctor? And I don’t feel sleepy. That is the last thing on my mind now.” He took a small breath, still feeling more or less fine with the chilly temperature.
“The plane crash is higher on my priority list of topics to think about.” He glanced at his watch which survived and was still ticking away in the three time zones.
“Not yet,” she chimed, reaching up to check the bandage,
”That’s good, means you don’t have a concussion,” it was wrapped like a field dressing. It would do him fine for a few hours but it would need to be replaced and the wound may need to be cleaned. She looked up at the guy then turned away,
”You’ll be just fine,” she said plainly. She looked around through the eye-blinding snow as she stepped out, keeping her arms crossed tightly against her chest then sat down some meters away on a rock. Kiki was always annoyed and yet fascinated about how well snow dampened sound, almost feeling like they were in a bubble.
”Come, sit. Warmer together,” she requested, her rump complaining about the cold, wet surface but they both needed to sit.
He righted himself back up, as Kiki declared he will be fine.
“Kind of lucky two doctors or at least to ladies with medical knowledge survived.” He commented more to himself than to Kiki, watching her sit down. He tilted his head for a moment before he moved his fingers in the air as if he was counting something and then opened the suitcase he dragged with him outside. He pulled a nice looking jacket which was more than obviously part of a business suit and put it without a word around the smaller woman. He closed it up and sat beside her then.
“Sorry should have thought of it earlier. ” Angelino rubbed the bandage in an apologetic gesture.
“On a side note I like you hair color reminds me of a friend from college. Last I saw her she was going for platinum.”Kiki soon found herself bundled. She figured he’d not accept giving it back so she spread it across both of their shoulders,
”It’s not that special. Have you taken a first aid class before?” she truly wondered how anyone could live their life without knowing how to dress a wound. She guessed that is was common for some, maybe the indoorsy type.
“I did when I was doing my driver exam. But those lessons aren’t known for their quality.” He summed up accepting the gesture of sharing the jacket. He gave a small chuckle even if it sounded a bit cynical.
“And no one in those classes covered airplane crashes….At least I have a story to tell my boy when I get home.” As he spoke that he once more looked at his watch. One finger tapping on it before he looked up and back at his conversation partner.
She grinned with half of her mouth,
”Yeah, I know what you mean,” she looked down at her feet, the blackness of her shoes being covered with flakes of snow,
”You have a kid? Also, why is your friend mining platinum? Is she in engineering or development or something?” it felt strange to be this talkative but it just felt right for some reason. Something to calm her nerves and let her know that the world is still going as it does.
“The best little mess maker there is. Daniel is six years will start school the following September.” He spoke much happier, as if simple thinking or having the reason to think about his boy already shifted his world into a better place.
“He stays with his mother. ” And Angelino's voice lost a bit on the drive it had just seconds before.
“ My friend she isn't exactly mining platinum. She sells crystals and does chi and aromatherapy. She dyed her hair a color she called platinum. She tried a lot of colors. Always complained how she couldn't find the shade that would show off her vibration.” Angelino filled the silence, one could see it on his face that he was wondering how strange it must sound to a mundane and business looking person to talk about spiritual things.
The guy next to her visibly perked up. She seemed to have succeeded in distracting both of them,
”That’s sweet, maybe you’ll be invited for show and tell one day and you can tell about crashing in a plane and meeting someone made of cotton candy,” she looked up and raised an eyebrow,
”Your friend sounds...interesting to say the least. It’s not easy to find colors that work well with you,” she had heard of these types of people, usually in rural places and in tribes. They seemed to be more superstitious in general, but she supposed that there had to be one or two in regular society that thought so. For example, ghost hunters had such a following that they made a TV show out of it. She just looked up at the sky, the snow clouding her eyelashes,
”I guess any religion is just trying to find purpose, so it would make slightly more sense to believe in physical objects,” she attempted to rationalise.
“ You make the plane crash sound like a children story. Next, we get pointed to shelter by a care bear.” He added as Kiki referred to her pink hair, it did look like cotton candy, now he couldn’t unsee that. He followed her look up to the sky and moved a bit closer the bit of adrenaline that must have carried him till now diminishing allowing him to feel the cold a bit more realistically.
“I believe. In what exactly I am not so sure...” He looked back down to his knees. It was quite a wonder to be alive, even bigger to be alive after today. They turned a few moments later as they heard someone else leaving the plane, the creak of metal sounding through the snow.
