Lost and Found

Trinity---


"Colt!, There are people coming over here!" She called to the adults who ran over to the two people. Colt helped the man to the shelter and helped him lay down as Inez started looking at his wounds. Colt walked over to her not wanting to get in the way. "Is he gonna be ok?"


Colt-

"Probably, Inez will know better then me though."




*****:'(******

Inez

I kneeled by the man, he wasn't hurt that bad, he'd just need stitches, and antiboitics. "He'll be fine," I assured them. "He'll just need stitches." I looked back at Trinity, "run and fetch the kit for me." The little girl ran off and got my kit. I started to work.

Bella--

I sat beside David in the sand, watching the woman work.

I wasn't sure how awake he was, but at one point in time I ended up holding his hand gently in my own.



>.<

David-

I let myself drift in and out of consciousness, the pain being too much to bare at times. I had lost a lot of blood since the crash. I felt dizzy and light-headed when I was awake.

Finally the woman finished stitching up my side and wrapping a piece of cloth around my head. It was then I felt my hand being held by another. I looked over to see Bella.

"Thank you," i said to her and the other woman.

Bella--

I nodded to David.

"You're welcome," I replied, not pointing out that it was he who had repeatedly asked to be left alone earlier on. "How are you feeling?"

David-

There were a million answers I could have said. My emotions were jumbled at the moment. I felt tired. I felt lost. I felt helpless. I felt angry. Any of those would've been true.

But instead i replied with: "Better."

Bella--

I smiled down at him, genuinely happy to know he was feeling a bit better.

"That's good," I said, nodding slowly. I watched him carefully, surveying how he reacted to things. I was waiting for him to start yelling at me again, while hoping he wouldn't. I was quite comfortable sitting next to him like this.

Unexpectedly, he moved his eyes to meet mine.

David-


I met Bella's eyes, holding her gaze steadily.

"I'm sorry about earlier." i said. "I wasn't thinking, that's all. I would've done the same as you had it been you lying on the ground."

Bella--

"I know," I answered, smiling gently. "As long as you're okay, though."

>.< meh wall!!

Inez

I wished in that moment that I could better control my emotions. I felt the need to drown myself, hit my head on a tree, scream. Frustration washed over me. It seemed to happen after I did anything medical anymore.

Slipping out as inconspicuiously as I could, I got out all my frustration by running towards a farther away tree. I then sank down on the far side and started crying.

"Are you alright?" Colt asked.

Mabel!!! Your turn!!!

***Hehehe, whoops***


Colt--

Colt looked at Inez as she cried. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders not sure what to do, but hoping he was helping.


***Sorry it is short***

I want to join!

Name: Rayne Neilson

Age: 15 in two weeks.

Gender: Female

Condition: Long gash on her arm and thigh. Kind of in shock.

Appearance: http://eliara.deviantart.com/art/konchilis-sni-50656040
sorry, no frontview, just use your imagination.
Clothes: Shirt in the pic, Tight cutoff bermuda shorts.

History: Lives primarily in North Carolina, America. Was on the plane traveling to Australia to spend a month with her father. Her parents are divorced, have been since she was eight. Her mother is a druggie and she along with her live-in boyfriend are abusive, Rayne treausures the time she spends with her dad.

Personality: Very quiet. She is subdued, like most abused children are. The only way she expresses herself is through her writing. She has a notebook of poems, which is the only thing she has from the wreck. It survived by a miracle, obviously.

Other: Rayne is mute. She has been since she was 5. She was with her brother when he was shot by a stray bullet from a gang shooting. The event traumatized her. She hasn't spoken since.
She knows sign language, and uses it if she has to, but she usually just doesn't try to talk to anyone.

Hope this is alright.

Rayne

Maybe if I kept quiet they wouldn't notice me.
I had been watching them for some time, having woken up from being knocked unconscious by the bloody plane crash.
I clutched my notebook to my chest. It must have been preserved through a miracle. I didn't mind one bit.
I turned back to the people. I needed to get to that shelter, but I didn't want to talk. I knew thay'd ask questions.
Plucking up my courage, I stepped over to where they were. The adults were busy, sewing people up and such.
I sat down near the shelter, huddling in on myself, hoping to be ignored.
So much for that.
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Ok, so whoever wants to notice Rayne, go ahead and do so, por favor!
-Elise

Inez

God I felt so stupid, here I was, crying. I don't cry! Well...I didn't before the plane crash. But I'd been through worse, hadn't I?

I felt comfort in Colt's arms around me. I had never found comfort in contact before. It was always related to injury or during surgery. There was comfort in his touch though.