(✓) iv.| 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝.

¹³ split in two

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THE GROUP WAS SPLIT INTO TWO, five made it to land and the other five haven't been seen since the massive wave crashed down on their bodies.

for all they know they could've been washed away at sea.

"fuck this is bad, this is really really bad" ethan said as he paced back and forth with his hands on his head out of distress,

"what if we scream at the top of our lungs about like a frog or something? amelia would fall from the sky and run over here" noah said, causing the four to look at him.

"for all we know amelia could be DEAD!" maisy shouted at noah, not sure if he was understanding their point.

"uh miles... i think you're bleeding" austin said as he gestured to miles' shirt, right by his left rib, a huge blood stain laid on the cloth.

miles lifted up his shirt, feeling a slight sting as the wind brushed against his open wound, he had a gash on his rib.

most likely from the wave that slammed them onto the rocks.

"fairchild, when did you get a tattoo right there?" noah said as he examined the small tattoos of roman numerals on his rib.

"since i was in prison and had nothing to do" miles said as he rolled his shirt back down, you could see the roses on his forearm and the smaller ones on his fingers.

"i don't think miles is the only one who's bleeding" maisy said from the ground, causing the guys to turn and look at her, she had a huge gash on her leg.

"shit maisy that's actually really bad" austin said, as he bent down, examining it.

"she's gonna need stitches" miles said as he pulled dirt out of his cut, not even looking up at hers,

"really? and how would you know that?" austin turned around and stood up, looking at miles trying to clean his cut.

"med school, did half a semester" miles said before wincing in pain loudly from the burning sensation that his cut endured him in.

noah stared out at the ocean that put them through hell last night...

...just hoping to god that the five were okay.

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NINE HOURS EARLIER

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when the wave came crashing down, timothee tightened his grip on lexie, she was still very unconscious and it was going to be one motherfucker to hold himself and her up.

the pressure from the wave pushed them down to the rough rocks, timothee put his arm in front of lexies head to prevent it from hitting the rock.

he felt his arm sting as salt water poured into his arm, blood pouring out of it—-he shot back up to the surface before letting out a scream in pain.

his body hurt like hell, but he fought against the wave and managed to swim to a small patch of land, it had a small cave like opening under the bridge, he carried lexie under there.

he placed her down before collapsing right next to her, breathing heavily as he felt every inch of his body ache in immense pain.

he was ice cold.

he was dying, just like the already dead girl next to him.

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alice pushed her head above the water, she looked around to see no one in sight, she felt her heart drop out of fear, imagine being in an ocean with huge waves, all alone at night.