Stranded

Chapter 2

I got back down

' How is it that I'm not hearing screams or... crying or something?'

Ciara just looks at me like I've grown a second head. I mean come on, we have crushed from the height of God- knows- what and doesn't think it strange at all?

Not even a little? I should be glad at least but it's still absurd to me.

'Ain't you wondering the same thing?' I ask.

She shrugs. Seriously she just shrugs.

'Shouldn't we be glad?'

'Yeah... but still', I mumble and she rolls her eyes. My gosh the nerve of this girl. 'There should be people who are suffering'.

'You know, cardiac tamponde. Broken bones, stab wounds and what on'. Ok the the last wasn't nice.

Then I hear screaming and crying from my right. It was like they answered me. I shifted and turned to look and saw an Asian girl with wavy brown hair sobbing hysterical.

I felt bad and wanted to help but I suddenly realised something is wrong with my shoulder. It hurt bad everytime I tried to move it.

Lowering my shirt down a bit and inspecting it had me blinking repeatedly.
'My arm', I whisper petrified.

Clara turns to me then looks at what my eyes are glued at. She whistles and says: 'let me help with that'.

Her hands were gentle as she felt around. 'Hm. From the looks of it, it's dislocated'.

My eyes glistened with tears.

' Hey. Don't do that', she sooths. ' My dad taught me what to do'.

After Ciara made sure I relaxed, she slowly puts my hand behind my head, reaching for my opposite shoulder. As she she was reaching the should popped back in place.

Relief washed over me. 'Thanks'.

'Anytime'.

I smiled and got up. 'Ready to go'.

And so we went. Fifteen seconds later we got to the others. One boy with dark hair and strong arms looks up from whatever he was doing and locks eyes with me.

They were a beautiful shade of green and I look away to not stare.

He gets up and comes over. 'Glad you two are alive as well', he says in a thick Scottish accent.

' Hey Dean', CIara greets.

He smiles and nods. 'So where were you guys'.

'Left side of the plane', I answer. 'Name's Emma'.

Dean snorts. 'I know who you are. We're in the same math class'.

'Really?'

'Probably a concussion', CIara explains. ' Either she doesn't remember or it's a long process'.

That's when I noticed the bloody bandage around his head.

He pulls me forward gently and tells me to sit down.

'If that's the case I heard the person should rest'. Dean loses his interest in me and inspects Ciara.

And yet again I notice that that she's injured. She's got a deep gash on her forearm. Why the heck I'm I noticing this now? Mental face Palm.

'That looks bad', he obviously states.
He orders her to sit down and he goes to get something.

A minute later he comes back with disinfectant and a medical kit. Dean cleans her arm while Ciara keeps muttering curses under her breath.

'Needs stiches', he comments after his done.

For a moment I thought I heard her heart sink. Well with no painkillers I suspect it'll hurt like a birch.

'You can hold my hand while he does that', I offer.

Ciara painfully grips my arm for dear life as Dean does his job.

After what felt lie an eternity I hear, ' All done'.

She finally lets go and I massage my poor hand. 'Thanks'.

'You're welcome'. He gets up and walks away to help others.

' Are you kidding me?' I hear her mutter in disbelief.

'What?'

'Jeccisa is here too'.

I put it into consideration. Why is it most girls named Jeccisa are a pain in the ass?