G!P Lauren
Y/N struggled to swim to shore, dragging herself out of those shark infested waters and tearing at the sand to move her body that was exhausted from the swim here.
The island was small, but it was the only land she saw after the plane went down.
The girl was only eighteen and she had been in the front of the plane that had a faulty engine.
Y/N coughed up some water, hearing footsteps after a while. "Are you okay? I didn't think anyone else made it."
She heard a feminine voice, looking up and squinting when the bright sun met her eyes.
"Here, let me help you up." The unknown Cuban helped her to the shaded area where she was taking refuge.
"M-My caretaker was with me... she..." she bursted into a fit of tears at the memory of seeing the woman who raised her fly out of the plane as it went down.
"Hey, hey... shh, it's going to be okay. My name is Lauren, how old are you?" Lauren tucked her hair out of her face, wiping the blood from her forehead.
"Nineteen... I-I'm Y/N..." she sniffled.
"Are you hurt anywhere?" Lauren began to look her over, lifting her shirt when she saw her wince.
There was some dark bruising to the teen's abdomen and Lauren feared she had broken a few ribs.
"Just stay here, okay? I'll be right back. I saw some coconuts on my way here." Y/N nodded her head, trying to ignore the pain of her head.
The teen waited there, soon finding Lauren returning with two coconuts and a rock. The Cuban did her best to open the fruit, using the sharp edge of the rock to get the husk off.
Finally, she got it open and helped the teen drink from it. Y/N was thankful for this, looking out in hopes to see any others.
But there weren't. It was just her and Lauren.
"Why were you going to Miami?" The Cuban asked.
"I was going to meet a family who wanted to take me in..." she sniffled.
"I don't have any family and... no one had wanted to see me before.... I was so excited..." She admitted, letting her tears fall.
This made Lauren's heart hurt. "You're not alone, Y/N."
"What about you? Why were you going to Miami?"
"I was going home. I'm a singer and I had been on tour for a while." Lauren answered.
"W-Will you sing? I-I'm so tired..." the teen could hardly keep her eyes open and the Cuban worried that she may have really hurt her head.
Softly, Lauren began to sing to her, hoping some rest would do her good.
Lauren watched over the sleeping teen who rested against the sand. Y/N hadn't moved from where she had been laid, just resting there.
The cuban was gathering resources, trying to make useful things to help them. She looked up when she heard movement, finding the girl stirring a bit.
"Hey, you okay?" Lauren carefully pushed her hair away from her face.
"Yeah. I feel a bit better..." she sat up, wincing and placing a hand to her bruised side.
She saw the Cuban had gathered items for a fire and the teen reached into her pocket to retrieve her phone that was completely useless now that there was no service.
