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Post by zyphan on Apr 16, 2007 14:01:46 GMT -5
Just as the creature was ten feet away, a loud noise some distance off scared it off. Karina sighed in relief, and looked to O'Connell. She noticed the metal shard in his hand.
"What good do you think that would have done? But no matter..." She looked out, and noticed the sky turning lighter on one edge of the horizon. The sun must be coming up she thought. Looking towards the earlier sound, she spies somesort of movement, and motions towards it. "Something's over there. Do you think it's another one of those creatures?" Karina asked O'Connell.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Apr 16, 2007 18:17:18 GMT -5
O'Connell spat. "i don't know. instinct dictates protection i guess." He looked over where she was at. Whatever it was, it was retreating back to the underbrush. "I think the sun's protecting us, for now." He said. He looked to his bandage. It was dried and crusted over. He took it off and looked at the wound. It was healing, and it didn't look to be infected. He waited for the sun to show, then he stood and limped off onto the beach, bringing the one remaining cloth with him. "Let's see what there is left," he called out to Karina.
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Post by zyphan on Apr 16, 2007 21:33:56 GMT -5
Not wanting to be alone, Karina tried to stand and follow O'Connell. As she put weight on her swollen ankle, shards of pain raced up her leg. She fell to her knees with a sharp outcry of pain, gingerly feeling the injured joint.
"Go on ahead of me, O'Connell...and what's your first name? I don't want to call you by your last name the entire time we're on this island." She caught some movement near a still-intact portion of the plane's fuselage, and decided to investigate. "Go on ahead. I heard something earlier I want to look at."
Karina reached for a sturdy branch, and used it as a make-shift cane. Her ankle still made her grimace with pain, but at least it didn't have to bear the majority of her weight. She hobbled over to the fuselage, and spied a young man looking around, holding something in his hand. She waved at him and smiled.
"Hey, I'm Karina. Are you okay?" Karina is glad that she won't have to spend all her time with O'Connell, but with two men? This ought to be interesting at night she thought to herself. Losing her balance, Karina tumbled to the ground, and her 'cane' snaped in half. She smiled, acting as if nothing's amiss, but stayed seated, crossing her legs in front of her and hollered at O'Connell that there's another survivor, hoping his hearing impairment has worn off and he can hear her.
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Post by piñata on Apr 17, 2007 7:17:43 GMT -5
"I'm fine," Jason told the young woman who had just spoken to him. He waved some hair out of his face -- he had meant to get it cut before the trip, but now it looked like he was going to grow it way out -- and was surprised when his hand scraped away some dried blood.
"At least, I thought I was," he amended. "Guess I hit my head." He walked over to the woman and extended his hand... if she didn't need help getting back up, at least shaking hands was a friendly gesture. "I'm Jason," he said.
Okay. First things first. "Are there any wounded survivors?" he asked, gesturing with the first-aid kit.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Apr 17, 2007 9:45:56 GMT -5
Sully looked back and saw Karina shaking hands with another survivor. He looked down at his leg. Not infected, yet...
He tied off his last bandage and hobbled over to the two of them. "Glad to see you made it," he said. "The name's O'Connell." he extended a hand to the new-comer. It was only then that he noticed the ringing in his ears had gone.
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Post by piñata on Apr 17, 2007 10:15:01 GMT -5
"Jason York," Jason said, shaking O'Connell's hand. He looked at the bandage on his leg. "I guess we're all a little banged up, eh?" he asked. "If you want someone to look at that and make sure it's not infected, I'm a doctor."
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Post by zyphan on Apr 17, 2007 17:21:27 GMT -5
Karina tried to hide her relief when Jason mentioned that he was a doctor, but it didn't quite work. She gave him a big smile, and tried to stand again, but failed. She pulled the two men down to sit next to her, forcing them to be at her level.
"Jason, you can take care of O'Connell first. I'm going to go find a branch or something I can use to walk with. I think my ankle's twisted or broken or something." She finally stood up, balancing on one leg. "If anything happens, just yell for me; I won't be far off."
By now, the sun is up enough to allow the surivivors to make out everything on the beach. There were bodies everywhere, all bent at wrong angles with metal protruding in some places.
Closer to the beach, parts of the forest had burned where it caught fire from buring parts of the plane. Karina headed towards one of these burned places, hoping to find some sort of strong branch that had broken off so she could get around easily. She looked silly hobbling along, now and then hopping, then stopping to collapse and rest in the sand.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Apr 17, 2007 19:34:03 GMT -5
"A doctor, huh?" said Sully. he grinned a bit, taking off the make shift bandage. "Yeah, it's not pink around the wound, so that's a good thing." O'Connell had picked up a bit about anatomy when he served in the marines. "we need to start looking for sources of fresh water," he said.
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Post by piñata on Apr 18, 2007 8:41:51 GMT -5
"You're right," Jason said as he poured some hand sanitizer into his left hand, then scrubbed as best he could before kneeling to look at the wound more closely. "About the lack of pink being good, and the fact that we need water." He looked back at the wreckage of the plane, which extended all the way out into the water -- there were sharks circling just off the shore.
He kept the conversation going while he examined O'Connell's wound... he knew distracting the patient from their pain was one of a physician's most valuable examination tools. "They had bottled water on the plane when they were serving drinks," he said. "If the supply is still intact at all, we could live off that for a while -- by the time that runs out, we'll probably find a stream or lake or something here on the island."
While he spoke, he tried to keep his expression neutral -- O'Connell's wound wasn't really all that deep, but it wasn't exactly a minor flesh wound either. It looked painful, but it'd probably be okay once it started healing. He told this to his patient -- honesty was another valuable tool of medicine. As Jason produced some rubbing alcohol to clean the wound before upgrading O'Connell to a real bandage, he stated, "This is going to hurt. A lot. I don't like doing it to people, but it's not like we have soap here."
As he cleaned the wound, he asked, "So, how did you know to check for pink around the edges of the wound? Are you a doctor, too?" That would be ironic... an R3 who just assumed he was the most qualified medical professional on the island treating some famous surgeon or something. Typical Jason York -- every time he opened his mouth, it was to change feet.
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Post by zyphan on Apr 18, 2007 17:32:57 GMT -5
((sorry about that Phobia part. my mind was on my previous post in Music City.))
Roughly forty five minutes since her departure, Karina came back to where O'Connell and Jason were on the beach. She was leaning on a very sturdy branch, with a sachel of some rough material hanging off her shoulder.
She dropped the bag, and out spilled mangoes, bananas, and an assortment of other tropical fruit. Collapsing beside teh two men, she picked up a banana- which was still a bit green- and began peeling it.
"So, how's O'Connell's leg? Not infected I hope?" She said with a mouthful of banana. Karina motioned to the fruit. "I found these a ways down the beach, but I haven't found anything else. We may have to go more inland, but I don't want to if that beast is in there somewhere."
She shivers at the thought, and continues to eat her banana in silence, watching the rising sun and taking in all that's left of the plane and the bodies.
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Post by piñata on Apr 18, 2007 17:57:30 GMT -5
"As far as I can tell, it's not infected," Jason assured both Karina and O'Connell. "I'd like to find a needle and thread so I can stitch it closed, though -- it'd be easy for it to become infected, in an environment like this. There's no telling what sort of tropical diseases..."
He stopped. There was no use scaring the hell out of these people over what might be nothing, and mentioning ebolla, malaria and other life-threatening illnesses was the last thing anyone needed.
He put some Neosporin from the FAK (being an avid Urban Dead player, he was already thinking of the first-aid kit by its common MMORPG acronym) on O'Connell's leg, then finished dressing it -- this time with a real bandage. "All right," he said to Karina, "let's look at this ankle of yours."
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Apr 18, 2007 21:50:04 GMT -5
O'Connell smiled when Karina revealed the fresh fruit. He took a banana and likewise peeled it. "I was a marine for 8 years. You pick up things when you work around death like that," he said absently. He didn't hold anything against the military--they were 8 of the best years of his life. "Not a doctor, no. Air Marshall," he said, showing his badge to the two of them. Hopefully neither of them had anything against the the law. "Thanks for the work, doc," he said. "Take a look at her ankle, I'm gonna go check for survivors."
O'Connell first went back to the lean to and took out his gun. He ejected the clip, and took out the bullets. "here's to slim chances," he said as he set them out, hoping the primers weren't completely ruined. He then took apart the gun itself and cleaned it thoroughly. It should still work...
With that, he took off for the wreckage, and hoped to hell that his prisoner was dead...
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Post by piñata on Apr 19, 2007 10:37:45 GMT -5
Jason nodded... he knew all about the first-aid training many military personnel received. His father had been an Army Ranger, although he didn't comment on that because he didn't want the Army/Marine rivalry to rear its ugly head.
The Air Marshal thing caught him off guard at first. It hadn't even occured to him there might be law enforcement of some sort on the plane. At first, Jason had thought of his past bad experiences with cops -- he hadn't exactly been a model citizen as a teenager. However, far from having a problem with the news, he decided he felt a little safer now. It was easier to trust strangers when you found out something honorable about them. O'Connell had just spent the entire flight protecting Jason from terrorists... the least Jason could do in return was not judge him for being a cop.
As O'Connell went to the lean-to shelter, Jason started looking at Karina's ankle. "It's pretty swollen," he observed. "I know this is a cliched doctor question, but on a scale from 1 to 10, how bad is the pain? Knowing how much it hurts might help me diagnose it -- it's hard to tell a sprain from a break without X-rays."
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Post by zyphan on Apr 19, 2007 17:37:23 GMT -5
Phobia shrugged, brushing some stray sand from her bare feet.
"The pain isn't bad unless I try and walk on it. And it just gives out with any weight. Um, maybe a seven out of ten." She looks Jason in the eye, but can't hold it for long. "What'll I do if it's broken?"
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Post by piñata on Apr 29, 2007 17:17:37 GMT -5
(OOC: Sorry for the absence. My machine got hacked, and I had to get it fixed.)
"Don't worry," Jason assured Karina. "We'll put a splint on it... I'll need O'Connell's help to make one, though. I'm not much of an outdoorsman, I'm afraid." He picked up a mango from the pile of fruit Karina had brought and examined it quizzically. "In fact, I've never even had one of these," he said, taking an experimental bite. He wondered how long it would take O'Connell to get back... he needed the air marshal's help in searching the plane for useful supplies, as well. An ex-Marine might find something that a geek like Jason would overlook to be a useful item.
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