Boarding Flight 227

Chapter 3

"We need to calm her down!" one of the three doctors in the room announced as he scrambled from Kale to me.

While I was screaming, Kale's body started to shake crazily around in his bed. The doctors all yelled things of him having a seizure, which only freaked me out more.

All of a sudden, I just stopped screaming. I simply watched as the doctors and nurses calmed Kale down so he once again layed limp in his bed. From where I am, I can see his chest rise and fall. He looks so peaceful that it is hard to believe he was shaking crazily seconds before.

"Well-" the nurse was cut off when she saw my facial expression. I was trying to give her a look to tell her to leave, and by the was they were leaving slowly one by one, I would say it was working.

"We will check on you later, Ms. Hennings," the doctor says calmly before leaving with everyone else.

I turn my head to the side so I am facing Kale. It's hard to believe after everything, he can look so calm. It may sound weird, but I am a little jealous. It stinks that he is in a coma and everything, but everyone says he is fine and will wake up. So for now, he can lay there without a memory of what happened.

I want that.

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My head rolls to the side where what remains of the plane is splashed in blood. The remainder of the roof is dotted in the red liquid.

I can't feel my right arm and when I look down, it is crushed by a piece of metal from the roof. When I carefully remove it, my arm is barely attached to the rest of my body.

I feel like I am going to throw up and look toward to Kale, but a person dressed in black catches my attention first.

He drifts through the aisles and lays a hand of the of someone in pain and as soon as the hand makes contact, their cries stop. Their eyes flutter closed, and they look at peace despite the pain they were just crying about.

They're dead.

I lunge forward in a white bed, ignoring the pain all over my body. It takes me a moment to realize where I am and what happened, but one look at my arm and I remember.

I know my nightmare would seem silly to others, but I couldn't help feel miserable thinking of how I lived over others on the plane. Their lives, loved ones, everything; gone. While I gave up, they were probably enjoying life, not running from it.

As usual, I turn my head to see Kale. It's been two days. He still hasn't woken up. The doctors answer my unasked questions on saying how this is normal because of the seizure. But I won't speak. I don't know why, I just don't want to talk to these people. It's kind of a reminder of why I am here.

But this time when I look, I am greeted with those green eyes. They're open, I think to myself. I know it's weird to be so relived of him as if he was a long-time friend when really I barely knew him, but I couldn't help it. He knows what it was like, can understand.

He meets my eye contact where a sleepy smile takes up his face. "Hello again," he says in a throaty whisper.

I don't say anything, but can't help returning the smile. I know I can't be silent forever, but I have a feeling he will be the first I talk to.