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Survive

Searching, Healing, Surviving

In all there are three girls still unconscious and the one with her foot facing the wrong way. There are five others that can walk.

"I need at least three people to continue to search," I instruct them, "I need at least one person to gather all the bags and bring them to me. Anyone with serious injuries must stay so I can work with them."

I immediately start to look over the first unconscious girl.

I recognize her as Brooke. She is one of the big three at the school, second only to Tori and in line with Anna. She seems pretty unharmed. A few scrapes and bruises but otherwise fine. I flip her over just in case but I still don't see anything.

I move her aside and glance at the other girls. Three of them are gone and two are grabbing all the bags.

I move onto the next girl, Claire. She has a large gash on the back of her head. I need something to tie it off with. I look down and see that she is wearing one of the school sweaters, long sleeved so there is enough to work with. I take the hem in my hands and rip it up to the neckline. I slip her out of it and start to tie it around her head. It looks a little weird but the bleeding is stopping. I carefully place her against Brooke so that she sits up a little bit, relieving pressure from her head.

The last unconscious girl is Mila. She is the one whose body is half burned. It is about two degree burns though so it is something that will heal eventually. I just need a bucket of cold water to wash it in and then a lot of wraps to wrap her with.

I quickly get up and look through bags. I am sure I threw a first aid kit on shore. I finally find my
bag...that's when I remember what I packed. I quickly unzip it and throw the stuff I don't need out, like clothes and books. I grab out my knives, extra sweaters, and my first aid kit. It isn't much but it will have to do. I quickly grab a knife and begin to cut the sweaters in strips. The only water we have is salt water and we need to get cold water fast.

Throwing them at one of the girls helping me, I say, "Get them soaked," before continuing to cut strips. She runs to the ocean and soaks them. She comes back and holds them out to me. I can't help but notice she seems a little scared of me. I don't care. I cut Mila's sweater off of her and get her shirt off too. Her burns don't look as bad now. Her left hand, left side of neck, left thigh, left calf, left knee, and left cheek are burned. Some of her hair is burnt off, she is missing an eyebrow, and her clothes are destroyed but she is alive. I lay a strip of sweater on all the burns before cutting more and throwing them to the other girl. I then begin to use more strips to tie the wet ones on. In the end I have used up four sweaters, three vines, and a bit of tape I find in my bag. For her face I use some wrap that I find in my bag to wrap it so that it will be safest from infection. She looks strange with one leg completely wrapped and her neck wrapped and other parts. She is somewhat safe from infection and on her way to healing already.

"Sky," a small voice says from next to me. I look over to see the girl helping me. "Where did you get the knives?"

"Does that really matter right now?" I ask her before telling her to sit still.

I look her over, recognizing her as Leah. She shuts up and lets me inspect her for injuries. She has a broken arm that I have to set before wrapping it up. I give her a part of a sweater and tell her to bite it when it hurts. It is better than screaming and making everyone freak out more. I jerk it back into place. She bites down hard enough for her mouth to bleed a bit. I quickly wrap it once around and then I grab a stick, a pretty thick stick, and put it against her arm to hold it in place. I finish wrapping it and move onto the girl with the twisted foot.

I give Lucy, the one with the twisted foot, a cloth to bite on. I twist it back into place and get another stick. I wrap it up and place the stick next to it before wrapping it again. I leave her and Leah hugging each other and crying their eyes out.

I turn to the other girl who is helping me. Anna, a third of the popular group. I don’t know what to do with shock. My dad never taught me about this. I think if I can snap her out of it then she will go back to normal. How do I do that? It hit me then. The cold water can sometimes wake people up. So I pull her behind me as I walk to the water. When we are to our knees in the water, I push her under the water. I hold her under for about ten seconds before letting her up. She comes up and the glazed look is gone.

“What are you doing?” she yells at me. She pushes me away and begins the walk back to the other girls. Leah and Lucy are both watching us.

“I was waking you up. Calm down,” I say firmly. I stalk past her just as Brooke is waking up.
“Brooke,” Anna yells as she runs over and hugs her friend. It almost makes me wish I had a friend to hug, but Izzy is gone and nothing can bring her back.

We sit on the ground and wait until the other girls arrive.

“Sky, you should wrap your head,” Brooke says softly.

I nod and move to grab my bag again. I grab a little bit of the wrap and wrap my head. I try to clean the wound a little with salt water but it hurt too much. I could tell that the cut was deep, not too deep to need stitches, but still deep. I’m lucky.

“Skylar,” a voice yells from the edge of the jungle. I turn to see our search party walking with three more girls. Two of them are still hugging.

“I can help fix you girls,” I say.

Riley, the girl with the burned arm, sits down next to me first. I cut up another one of the extra sweaters. Leah soaks the strips again and I begin to wrap Riley’s arm. I tie it off just like Mila’s.

The next girl I help is Penelope. I look her over but there is nothing besides a few scrapes and bruises that I’m not going to waste my time on heal those.

Kaylynn is next.

“Just sit down and I can look over you,” I say. She just looks at me confused. I try again before Penelope says something.

“She’s lost most of her hearing,” she says softly.

“I can’t do anything about that,” I say, “You know sign language?”

“A little bit, we used to use it a lot when we were little.”

“You’ll have to figure it out again. It seems like she can hear a little out of her right ear. She keeps turning it to us and leaning in.”

Kay smiles and nods at us. “I can hear a little from my right ear,” she says loudly.

“Good,” I say giving her the thumbs up.

I move onto Mackenzie and Quinn. After I look over Mackenzie, who is in the same state as Penelope, I look at Quinn.

She is fine besides a gash on her arm. I clean the wound lightly with salt water. I can see that it hurts her because she is crying again. I quickly wrap it up after that with one of the extra sweaters.

“Oh my God,” someone screams.

I turn to see Anna pointing at Victoria’s stomach. I see a pole lodged in her stomach. There is blood everywhere and Victoria has her hands around the pole. Her eyes are wide and her mouth hanging open.

“Don’t pull it out,” I yell when I see her prepare to pull it. The pole isn’t all the way through. It isn’t long, just three or four inches out of her stomach.

“You want me to leave it?” she screams.

“If you take it out, you will bleed out,” I explain. “We need to keep it in.”

“Okay, okay. But why isn’t it hurting me?” She asks me as she sits on the sand. I can see that she is hyperventilating.

“Your adrenaline has kept you occupied and calm. The pain may kick in later but you should be okay. You don’t need to think about it right now.”

I look around and see that most of the girls are sitting on the warm sand.

"I think that if anyone else is out there, they are as good as dead," I say as I look around at the twelve girls in front of me. The girls in front of me are either crying or trying not to. I don't blame them. Training made me tougher but I still want to cry.

“We need food, water, and shelter,” I list.

“But we’ll be rescued soon won’t we?” Anna asks.

“Yeah our plane won’t come in and they’ll find us soon,” Brooke adds.

“I don’t know how long we will be here,” I say.

“Help,” a shout comes from behind me. I look around but I only see the ocean. “Help,” the shout comes again.

And then we see her.

There is a girl in the ocean, not far out. The tide is carrying her in but she seems to be in a lot of distress.

I jog to the water and begin to make my way to her. She isn’t super far out so I swim over to her and begin to pull her in. She should be able to touch now but she won’t put her feet down.

“My foot,” she cries. She repeats it a few times as some other girls come to help me carry her to shore.

I finally see what she is talking about.

She has no right foot.

And she is bleeding a lot.

I quickly let go of her, the other girls have her anyway, and make my way back to the others. I grab the last extra sweater and a few vines.

When they get her to shore, I help lay her down and elevate her stump. Tori stays next to her the whole time but everyone else backs up to give me space.

First I try to stop the bleeding a little. It is mostly clean because of the salt water. After I elevated it, I began to try to stop the bleeding with the sweater. Some of the other girls have taken their sweaters off and put them in a pile.

After I have the bleeding more under control, I begin to tie sweaters on it. I make sure to tie it tight enough that it will stop most of the bleeding but not tight enough that we will end up having to cut that part off too. When I am finish that, I stand and wash my hands of her blood.

What will we all do now?


We will have to wait. Hopefully someone will rescue us. But we need food, water, and shelter. It looks like a storm is coming. Maybe not tonight or tomorrow, but soon. And it looks bad.


Notes

Hope you liked it! Happy reading! :)

Comments

Keep writing! I like it a lot so far!