Plane Crash (Completed)

Chapter 8

Edited February 19, 2018

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As Harry swims towards Niall, he sees that Niall is still in his seat belt. Wondering to himself why that is, he goes to unbuckle the belt. After what seemed like several minutes he had to stop to swim up to the top to take a breath. He quickly swam back down to Niall and looked around for something sharp. Finally finding a piece of aluminum metal he started cutting through the belt.

Niall's eyes started getting heavy. It was getting difficult to hold his breathe. Unconsciousness was taking over his body. The belt finally rips off and Harry grabs Niall and swims to the top of the plane. The both of them coughing up a lung as they tried to get the water out. Once Harry feels like he has enough oxygen in his lungs he says "take in a breathe and hold it Nialler" as he swims down towards the opening of the plane.  Niall still having the waterproof camera around his good wrist.

Harry finally gets to the surface of the water along with Niall whom he is holding. He sees that it is pretty bright outside, so it was probably around one or two o'clock in the evening. Harry begins to swim to the closest part of land he can see, while Niall is laying against him once again unconscious. As they reach the shore, Harry dragged Niall with what energy he had left, which wasn't a lot. He laid Niall on the ground, then collapsed next him. Both have drifted off into unconsciousness hoping that this was all a dream. 

When Niall wakes up the sun is still up high, so the air was still fairly warm, but the wind blowing against his soaked body and clothes made it way colder than it needed to be. "Harry wake up" he tells Harry who was passed out beside him. He tries talking a little louder, but his head starts pounding. After what seemed hours to Niall was only minutes, Harry woke up. "Where are we Haz?" Niall lays his head back down, his neck getting tired from holding it up.

"I don't know Ni. I think we are in Ireland though. Maybe not too far from our destination." Harry replies. Niall tries to sit up but yelps in pain.

"No no no no. Lay down. There's no getting up. You're hurt" Harry began to fuss over Niall. Niall still bleeding, but not as much because of the cloth covering the wound. Not being pressed on anymore, but Niall then puts his hand on it as it starts hurting now that he remembers what happened. 

"Harry I'm freezing!" It was cold. It seems that the wind is picking up, which only makes Niall colder. He can't really do anything about it because he can't even sit up or move.

"So am I Ni. I think the best way to keep warm is to start a fire and remove our clothes." So with that Harry slowly stood up to gather the things he would need to start a fire.

"My camera!" Harry exclaims when he sees his camera wrapped right around Niall's wrist.

"Oh, yeah. I was using it to say my goodbyes" he looks away from Harry. "I thought you were dead. I thought you were sucked out of the plane and I thought I was going to drown" tears started to build up in both of their eyes. He took the camera and looked to see if the video was still on, but it looks like Niall stopped the video already.

"Niall, don't cry. I'm here now. I'm okay, we'll be okay. We're going to survive this. They'll find us" Harry assures Niall while at the same time trying to convince himself of the same thing. How are they going to find them? They don't know how to get a hold of anyone. Harry took Niall's shirt off and rang it out along with both pairs of pants. He then carried out the task of making a fire.

"I feel so useless and lazy!" Niall once again complained. It feels weird to watch Harry do everything for him. He never thought that both him and Harry would have ever been in a plane crash AND survive it. That's pretty rare, especially how bad the storm and crash was.

"Well, you can't do anything anyways. You can't even sit up on your own. Plus I can handle this. I was not too badly injured. You need to rest you body." Harry replies. He really doesn't mind doing all of this for Niall and himself.

"But I'm freezing!" This was the hundredth time Harry has heard this come out of Niall's mouth. That's why he was starting a fire in the first place. Get both of them warm, especially since it is getting colder. Once the fire starts going Harry puts the clothes by the it, but not too close as he did not want to catch them on fire and burn as they dried.

"I need to go back into the plane Niall" Harry informs Niall as he turns towards the boy.

"What? Why?" Niall started to panic. "Don't leave me!!! There could be animals out here and they'll eat me!" Harry chuckled. "This is not something to laugh about Harold! I have no chonce and way of defending myself!"

"I'll only be gone a few minutes. Ten tops. Okay?" Harry really needed to find a First Aid Kit as soon as possible or Niall's injuries could get seriously infected. Soon after the argument ended and Harry won, so he set out to swim out into the plane in just his boxers.

Harry gets to the plane and takes in a big breathe going into the sunken plane. Looking everywhere he could not find the kit. Then he spots it just behind a door. It was jammed into a hole. Harry desperately needed air, so he came back up and down again to hopefully pull out the kit. He just really needed to help Niall.

He managed to stick his arm in there and pull out the kit and found his small backpack which carried his clothes and decided to grab that too. Harry then swam back to Niall. Seeing that both his and Niall's clothes were almost dry so, he pulled his spare clothes out to dry also.

"Niall, I found the kit to help bandage your wounds" Harry told the blonde boy. "By the time I get you cleaned and bandaged up your clothes along with my spare boxers will be dry and you can have nice and dry clothes." He tells Niall while walking towards him.

"Is it going to hurt?" Niall asked with tears in his eyes. He really hated anything that required medical things. He hated hospitals and he hated needles.

"It might. But it is very important to clean your wounds." Harry looks Niall over. "It seems you have either broken your left ankle or badly sprained it, because it is turning black and bruised and swollen. Also your knee is definitely messed up. Like you probably will need surgery. I'm no doctor but I know that by the look of the state you're in, it's not good." Harry looks up to see a very scared Niall looking back at him.

"I don't want surgery again Haz." He remembers the surgery he had to go through not too long ago. He didn't like it. Niall was always in pain and it sucked to always have to use the crutches. He was so happy when he didn't have to use them anymore. Now that surgery was for nothing, because he will probably have to go through the same process again.

"I know, but you need what is best for you." Harry then started looking over the rest of his body. "Niall! Your stomach is probably in the worst state. He switched the shirt that was pressured against it with his old one that was pretty much dry. "Broken ribs and collar bone" he murmured. He can tell from how oddly shape and kind of sticking out from the other bones in his body. Luckily the bones did not break the skin. "Definitely a concussion, but I have no idea how bad it is. I'm going to do my best in cleaning you up Okay?" With a nod from Niall Harry starts making Niall as comfortable as possible before cleaning the gash in his stomach.

About half an hour, or maybe a little longer who was counting, Niall's stomach was cleaned and bandaged up. His head was tightly wrapped around the deep cut he had on the top of his forehead. Harry managed to pop Niall's knee back into place, but had no idea how to treat his ankle, collar bone or his ribs.

The younger boy helped Niall get dressed into the now dry clothes, it being awkward when Harry had to take Niall's soaked boxers off and put his dry one on. It's not the first time they seen each other getting dressed, but when Harry had to do it himself, well that was different. The sun now setting down. Harry was also able to get dressed.

"Still cold" Niall murmured. Harry and Niall cuddled together, trying to keep each other warm through the freezing night. Finally after a couple of hours, both were able to fall into a sleep consisting of the flashbacks of the earlier events.

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Published May 16 2017

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