Stranded Star (ON HOLD)

Ch. 2 : S.S. Wreck-A-H*e

"Oh, you've got to be kidding meee!? Bitch, this is not the Titanic!!" Megan hoarsely yelled to herself.

I watched as she continued to throw a fit in the sand kicking and punching the air in frustration.

I mean... understandably so.

I cleared my throat not really knowing what else to do and she quickly halted her actions turning to me with wide eyes and a look I could only describe as angst.

"Oh my god! I'm not alone! Thank you lord thank you lord, thank you lord!!!" she muttered repeatedly to herself in exasperation. At the speed of light (and with the grace of a toddler), she crawled through the sand over to me.

"Hey! Hi, are you okay? Of course you're not. Oh my god!! Can you believe this shit?? What the fuck is this? Oh my god, we gonna die. But we can't think like that so never mind fuck that. Bitch, we on survivor. I can't believe this shit. How they drive the boat but can't drive the boat. Don't make no damn sense. Oh my god. Can you move?!" She said in one frantic breath, looking me over, as she spastically threw around her hands in distress.

I would've laughed if the situation wasn't literally dire and I wasn't in so much pain.

"Umm m-my arm.." I quietly spoke, nervously meeting her eyes for the first time. She began to take what I could only assume were "calming" breaths.

Really, really, really loud calming breaths.

"Lay still" she commanded as she looked over my arms examining them. Once she determined which arm she started analyzing it while pressing light fingertips to find the source of the pain. Right as she reached my elbow I cried out. Her eyes held alarm and then softened in concern.

"Can you move it?" I slowly tried to bend the arm and only could manage a small budge before it began to hurt. "Fuck.." I winced "just a little." she nodded lightly. "Okay, that's good. That means it more than likely a sprain or minor fracture but it'a not broken. Let me see if I can find something.." she said looking around.

I gave her a look. Because for 1. how did she know all of that, 2. why was she so sure and 3. Who the fuck is this confident, self-assured, and energetic in the middle of a fucking deserted island? And where could I get some???

"I know how that sounds" she continued on cracking a small smile "but trust me. Just hold on."

She got up and started venturing around grabbing leaves and sticks, pieces of wood floating in the water, etc.

It was actually kind of entertaining. Not to mention she looked good wet. Not that this was the time or place to be thinking about that.

At all.

Whatsoever.

She came back over once she found all the things she needed and started putting something together.

I watched curiously and she built some type of... contraption. It was very much, um, something. But what choice did I have? Was there a doctor in the house? No. There wasn't even a damn house. Or road. Or civilization.

"Here we go" I heard her say snapping me out of my thoughts. She began to layout pieces of palm leaves the length of my arm and broke off two smaller pieces of the chunk of wood she had found and then laid them in the center of the leaves. She then cursed to herself before running around again pulling random shit out the ocean while I continued... well, laying there cause what the fuck else was there to do?

I guess she found what she needed because she raced back quickly kneeling down next to my arm saying a quick apology. "Ok, so I'm going to need you to breathe and count to ten 3x when I do this, ok?"