They were all looking at him. He felt stupid all of the sudden, talking about this with bleeding people all around. The blonde lady was smiling at him. There was something weird about the way she was acting with his mother. He wasn’t close enough to hear what she whispered in her ear. Did they know each other before? Impossible, they would have greeted each other.

It was like they were trying to hide something from him. He looked at his very pale mother, and felt a wave of panic rising.

Shane McCutcheon

Shane felt someone holding her and it was a relief. Sitting up had been a bad idea but this might work. The risk of her falling asleep was still impending but if it happened, it happened. She was tired of fighting it and relaxed into the other person’s arms.

She needed rest so badly, rest and water. Oh God, water. Beginning to think of how thirsty she was, was probably the worst idea she could get at the moment. Water… She didn’t realise that she said it out loud.

Dr. Charlene Wilson

Dr. Wilson blinked at the coiffed blonde who’d just strutted over to her. There was something bizarrely… predatory about the woman. Any offer of help, however, was like gold.

"That would be wonderful. You could go see if there’s anyone else here with medical training, and find out who’s hurt. And look through this baggage and find me some clothes that we can tear into splints and bandages. And see if there’s any medicine. There should have been a first aid kit on the plane. And bottles of water… there should be a beverage cart around here somewhere."

The doctor met the blonde woman’s eyes, suspecting this was not the answer she’d been hoping for.

"I’m Charlene. If anyone looks like they’re imminently dying, bleeding out or seizing or so forth… call for me."

Jenny Schecter

The first question that popped into Jenny’s mind was whether or not she was dead. It sure felt as if she were dead, being surrounded by nothing by darkness. But then, pain enveloped her entire body from head to toe, causing a struggled cry to bellow out from cracked bloody lips. If she were dead, she wouldn’t be able to feel anything at all…that meant she had survived.