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Felicity laid still on the hot sand, still wearing her light blue dress and black heels. Her eyes opened ever so slightly, but she couldn't see, the light was blinding, it was like staring into the sun, but there was no looking away. Felicity's thoughts were a blur, hazy and unclear, but she knew better than to panic, she shut her eyes tightly and focused on trying to figure out what was wrong. At first, it was everything, everything was wrong she remembered being on a plane, but not getting off. Everything hurt and she had no clue why. She laid for a moment longer trying to focus in on what was worst, what was simply sore and what was truly imminent.
First was her head. The pain was pounding, the light burned her eyes and made opening them unbearable and every little sound was like a bass drum being hammered next to her ear. She had had headaches in the past, but this was a new form of pain, it was excruciating. Secondly was her leg, clearly, it was hurt, but she wasn't sure how. It was cut on something, that she could tell. It wasn't too deep a cut, but it was spanned a large part of her calf. It stung, but once the adrenaline wore off it was sure to get worse. She collected herself as best she could, but it with every bit of her consciousness she regained the more everything seemed to hurt.
She slowly began to open her eyes, sure to do so gradually to avoid blinding herself again. She looked out through her lashes, shielding her eyes from as much light as possible. She was one a beach, the sun was out and the tide moved steadily as though nothing had happened, but as she took in more of her surroundings she could see it. Smoke, shards of metal... Corpses. Felicity slowly climbed to her feet, relying on her right leg, the one not wounded, to carry her weight, swaying like a leaf in a breeze.
Felicity's mind began to put the pieces together, realising what had happened. She was on a plane. She was going to visit her husband. She left the children at home which meant she at least knew they were safe. She remembered the plane going down and the panic that ensued. These people on the ground must have been people who didn't make it. She couldn't help but feel a hollow pit in her stomach. She was stranded God knows where with nothing and with no one she knew. She had no control over her situation which scared her more than anything else. Felicity had grown so accustomed to always being able to take control of a situation that without it, her life seemed like it wasn't hers.
There were too many thoughts flying through her head to count, but one forced its way to the forefront. Her children. She had no clue where she was or if she would ever see them again and as much as that thought terrified her it also filled her with the determination to make sure she figured this mess out. If she wanted to see her children again she had to and there was no way she was giving up on them. Felicity took a deep breath and looked around trying to spot anything useful and spotted a small box nearby. She bent over painstakingly to pick it up. It was soaked, on the verge of falling apart, but when she opened it its contents were familiar. The gifts she bought for her husband and ibuprofen that she could only imagine she stuffed in there when things started to go downhill on the plane. She opened the bottle swallowed two pills dry, not caring about the discomfort, it was nothing compared to the pain in her leg or the pounding in her head.
She clutched the small box close to her body and began to limp down the length of the shore, making sure to not stray too far from where she started. Each step was painful, but she knew that if she didn't persevere that she'd eventually die. She kept an eye out for anything that could help her, but in the meantime, she needed help. She needed someone to find her, if someone could find her then maybe she could get back home and if she could get back home then everything could go back to normal. "Is anyone here?" She called out, her voice shaky but calm considering her situation. She didn't want to panic, it would only cause her more stress and so she did everything she could to keep herself composed. "If anyone is out here, please help!" she shouted out, hoping someone would hear her. If not someone from a town then someone from the plane, she just needed to know she wasn't entirely alone.
The pounding in his head was deafening, every pulse behind his eyes was like a drumbeat in his skull, and it took every ounce of Isaac's willpower not to sink back into the unconscious. He'd passed out to the sound of screams and tearing metal, his hand clasped tightly in Mia's much smaller one as the plane had begun it stomach-churning descent to the ground. Isaac didn't remember the impact. The last image he'd retained, was his girlfriend's worrisome brown eyes before she'd buried her head against his chest. It had all gone dark after that, but by some miracle Isaac was alive. He could smell smoke, the air was thick with the acrid stench of burning jet fuel and melting plastic. The ground against his cheek was rough and coarse, slowly blinking his eyes open, Isaac was greeted by the sight of a debris strewn beach and crystal blue waves in the distance. Wearily, he stretched out a hand, the white sand sticking to his sweaty skin. From what he could tell, aside from the pain in his head, and the persistent ache across his body, he had been incredibly lucky.
As the feeling slowly returned to his limbs, he was well aware that he hurt, but there was nothing that seemed painful enough to be considered life threatening or even critical. He flexed his toes inside his sneakers and carefully shifted his legs, everything was moving as he would have expected too, no broken bones or nerve damage as far as he could tell. As carefully as he could manage, he rolled over and propped himself up on his elbows, groaning as he did so. Isaac blinked against the bright sun, and scanned the beach in front of him. Instantly, the gravity of the situation hit him with searing clarity and he sat bolt upright. "Mia," he breathed, frantically whipping his head up the beach. He barely felt the pain in his neck and shoulders as he clambered to his feet and staggered over the white sand. "Mia!" Isaac tried again, louder this time. "Mia! Mia! Where are you Mia!?" His voice only grew more strained as he staggered along the beach, searching for her amongst the wreckage. There were very few people dotted about the sand, he could make out some survivors standing in the distance, but for the most part all he could see were bodies.
Dread sluiced through his veins as he half ran, half stumbled up the beach to the closest corpse. What was Mia wearing? He realised in a panic that he couldn't remember. Dropping to his knees next to the first body, he gently rolled them over on the sand. Misty blue eyes stared sightlessly towards the sky above. Not Mia. Isaac might have breathed a sigh of relief were it not for the fact that he was surrounded by the dead. They were all around him, slumped with their limbs stuck out at odd angles, bloodied and pale, some burned beyond recognition. Isaac's eyes stung and he turned around, retching into the sand. His throat burned as his stomach convulsed, emptying the contents onto the beach. As the vomiting subsided, he clawed his way to his feet, gasping for breath in the thick, smokey air. "Mia!" he screamed again, whirling on the spot. There was no response. If she was here, she wasn't coherent enough to reply. He wouldn't let himself believe she was dead, he simply wouldn't.
Standing shakily on his legs, he cast a glance towards the survivors. They had to be at least two hundred metres away, clustered around the main bulk of the wreckage. But closer than that, stumbling along the sand and calling out for aid was a woman in a blue dress. Isaac took off running, tripping his way over the uneven ground in an effort to get to her. It wasn't Mia, he could tell immediately that her hair was too dark, but she could have seen his girlfriend. He skidded to a stop just in front of her, no doubt looking half-crazed and out of his mind, as the words tumbled from his lips. "My girlfriend," he panted. "I'm looking for my girlfriend, have you seen her? She's around five foot one, red hair, brown eyes?" His dark brown eyes stung with tears as he thought back to the moments before they'd boarded the plane. Green, she'd been wearing green. "She's wearing a dress, it's dark green in colour. And a necklace, a gold necklace, which has- it has...it's a bumble bee!" Isaac was aware that he was fumbling his words, struggling to get a breath in while trying to reel off every description he could think of.
It was only as he lowered his gaze to consider if he'd forgotten something, did he see the large cut running down the woman's leg. There was a lot of blood, enough that it had left something of a trail on the white sand behind her. Gently he placed his hands on the tops of her arms, his voice calmer and steadier as he spoke this time. "I'm sorry, you're hurt. Of course you're hurt," he said, swallowing past the lump in his throat. "What can I do? Let me help you."
Felicity felt a flutter of relief permeate her chest when she saw the figure of another person approaching. Her eyes fixated on the silhouette of the person, she knew no one from the plane, but a person meant she wasn't alone, that there was someone and if there was someone else that meant her chances of survival increased considerably. She kept going toward him with what haste she could muster, no longer shouting for help. Her shoes were certainly not suited to limping through the sand, though they were at least flats and not heels. She could still feel the sting of the cut on the back of her leg, but with her focus now on getting to whoever else was out there, she was able to drown out the pain.
As she got close to the younger man she slowed but was taken aback by his frantic behaviour, he seemed panicked and that only became more obvious as he barraged her with information about someone named Mia. Felicity could only process bits and pieces of what he was saying, he spoke quickly and she was far from being in good condition, she was disoriented and so she couldn't do much more than stand and wait as he let fly a thousand words a minute. Felicity knew that she was in a situation in which most people would freak out and even though fear and countless worries floated through her mind she was resolute, panic wouldn't help her and so she suppressed it.
It took a moment, but the man calmed down. When his tone seemed less panicked it placed Felicity at ease, she let go of a breath she hadn't realised she had been holding in. "Ah..." She began shakily, her own eyes drifting down to see the long gash in her leg. She had recognised the pain but had yet to actually look at it. It was wretched. She couldn't help but laugh weakly, it was strained, the sound coming out almost hollow. Were it on anyone else she'd have been fine with it, but to see it on herself made it all the worse. To think she was about to visit her wealthy husband at a five-star hotel to give him the small box she now held close to her chest which held contents worth over a thousand dollars. Now she was injured on an unknown beach littered with shrapnel and corpses with a stranger.
She paused for a moment closing her eyes. She needed to make sure she was composed, she needed to present a calm disposition. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. "Yes... Let's just... Get something to stop the bleeding." She decided, her voice more steady than before. She looked to one of the bodies sprawled out on the beach not too far away. She pursed her lips knowing that what she was going to say would feel insane, but she wanted to live, she wanted to get back home to her children and if she had to cross a few moral boundaries to do that then cross them she would. "I don't think they'll be needing their clothes anytime soon... I know generally what to do if we can get something to stop it with, but I don't know if I could do it myself right now..." She told him with a calmness few could manage in her situation. She was suggesting they use the clothes of the deceased as something to prevent the bleeding and though in any other situations she'd never have considered it, she couldn't think of anything else more logical in the moment.
((Hey guys sorry to interrupted just a quick question, do u still want me in this rp? I know I haven't been all that active so I'm more then willing to pull out so I do get in the way. I don't want to interrupted the flow and make u wait for me.))
((no no you can bring Rafian in if you'd like Felicity definitely needs a doctor, and Isaac needs someone to tell him he's too late and his girlfriend isn't going to make it. We can probably keep going for now and you can just bring Raf in when you feel ready?))
((ok as long as I not to much trouble. Maybe Rafian could have already found Mia and realized she was dead. To make it worse she could have been alive and he stayed with her until she died? holidays are less then a week away that should free up some time for me.))
Thoughts of Mia still consumed Isaac as he looked into the vivid blue eyes of the injured woman in front of him. Her face was screwed up in pain, her skin pale and clammy in spite of the torrid heat that surrounded them. He had to find Mia, desperately needed to hold her in his arms - but he also felt a duty of care to the woman stood in front of him. It was so intrinsically human, the need to help those around him, even though his mind was warped into a panic. Where was she? What if she was hurt? Or worse... He couldn't, no, he wouldn't consider it.
Forcing those thoughts away he listened to the woman speak, grimacing slightly at her suggestion to use the clothes of the dead. There was something so fundamentally wrong about taking something off a body, the notion that someone might this minute be contemplating whether they could use Mia's green dress for bandages had him threatening to sink to the sand and retch. He loosed a slow shaky breath, trying to steady himself. "Okay," he said finally. They had been left with little choice, if he didn't find something to bind her leg with, she might just bleed out on the sand, and he didn't like the idea of there being a preventable death on his hands.
"You wait here, sit down, keep your leg elevated. I'll see if I can find something." Steeling himself, and fighting against the bile that rose in his throat, Isaac stepped back up the beach into the maze of metal, debris and still-warm corpses. Gooseflesh rose on his arms as he picked his way around the wreckage, searching for something they could use. There were several bodies nearby, and he soon found one clad in a loose grey hoodie. Clenching his jaw, and trying not to vomit, he approached the middle aged man and knelt down in the sand beside him. There was little blood, but from the angle of his neck and the obvious bone pushing up into the skin, it was clear he'd severed his spinal cord on impact.
Isaac's stomach turned, and it took every ounce of his will power not to start dry-heaving onto the sand. Distancing his mind from the task at hand, he leaned forward and carefully extracted the hoodie from the man's body. Rigor mortis had not set in just yet, meaning the figure was still malleable enough to wrestle the article of clothing off of him. Isaac staggered back, the hoodie coming free in his hands, he almost fell on his ass but just about managed to keep himself upright. Heat rose in his face and for a moment he thought he might just break down in tears, but by some miracle he kept it together. Slinging the hoodie over his shoulder he ran back down the beach to where he'd left the woman.
He realised she looked worse than before, the blood loss and shock starting to set in. There was a sunken look to her eyes and he didn't like the chalky pallor that had settled over her skin. Dropping to his knees beside her, he grabbed the sleeve of the hoodie and with all the strength he could muster, began tearing it up into strips. There was blood across the sand, and though he knew the water made it appear worse than it actually was, he was still shocked by the quantity of it. Swallowing tightly, he picked up one of the strips, met the woman's gaze and whispered, "May I?" she was never going to say no, but it still felt right to ask for her permission.
With her approval, he used part of the hoodie to mop up the copious amounts of blood, and then took the cleanest strip and bound it around the wound. It soaked through the first strip, but he hand more success with the second, and pinching the wound together, was finally able to bind it without the blood seeping through. Over and over he whispered, I'm sorry, knowing that what he was doing was likely causing her immense amount of pain. They had little choice though, it was this or let her bleed out on the sand. Eventually the wound was bound, and Isaac sat back on his heels, wiping the back of his hand across his sweaty forehead. "I'm sorry I didn't catch your name," he said. "My name's Isaac."
He didn't have time to make anymore of an introduction, he really needed to find Mia. If he was already too late and had wasted precious time fixing this woman's leg, he'd never forgive himself. On his knees in front of the woman and practically begging now, he said, "I need to find my girlfriend, please. I haven't seen her since before the crash, I need to find her. If she's hurt, or injured or..." he couldn't bring himself to finish, fear rendering him silent.
((Here we are I will finally do something. Hopefully this is easy enough to work off and is actual english and not gibberish))Rafian was almost unnerved by how calm he was. He had woken part way up the beach, where the sand met the tree line. The first thing he noticed was the throbbing pain in his head, like tiny hot needles jabbing into his head. The next thing that came to him was the smell. The acidic smell of smoke clogging the air mixed with the stench of melting plastic, jet fuel. He was just piecing together what was going on when a breath of wind brought the most disturbing smell, one that made his stomach turn, burning flesh. It didn’t take long for Rafian to act after that. Despite the throbbing in his head, that still hadn’t diminished, and thick blood now rolling down his temple, and despite knowing that meant nothing good, Rafian still stood. He pulled himself to his shakely to his feet and looked around, a sense of revolution coursing through him. The plane crashed. He knew something was wrong, he heard the panicked voices and screams, the crew of the plan telling people to stay calm and prepare for a rough landing, but he didn’t quite believe that the plane would really crash. But here it was. Chunks of twisted metal, scattered plane pieces and blood stained sand. And bodies. Lots and lots of bodies. That’s when the sense of calm washed over Rafian. Amongst the blood and death he was the calmest. He was trained for things like this. Trained to take control in situations where lives were being threatened, to be calm in a storm, to be a medic. So that’s exactly what he was going to do.
He quickly evaluated the situation, shoving his own pain onto the back burner. He would deal with himself once everyone else was ok. Some were sitting, looking around with shocked expressions. Amazingly, some were even standing, stumbling around the wreckage on shaking legs. Those weren’t the ones he was worried about. If they were conscious and able to move then they must be ok, or at least semi ok. He was far more worried about the ones still lying motionless. If they were conscious then they were at least stable if they weren’t moving then they were either dead or there was something more life threatening at play. Staggering towards the nearest limp body, a young girl dressed in a simple outfit. Once white jeans and a baby blue top to match her light blond hair. However, cutting directly across her chest was a deep gash the blood alreadying dripping down into the sand. Rafian bent down next to her, gently taking her wrist and pressing two of his fingers to the pulse point. He waited for a long moment, almost too long, before feeling a weak throb against his fingers. He let out a breath of relief, it would have been bad if the first person he found was already dead. Though the pulse was weak, without medical attention she would die. That’s when Rafian realised he didn’t have a top of the grade hospital to patch people up with. All he had the small bag he always carried with him. He had at least been logical enough to hold into it before the plane crashed so thankfully still had it. But with only that out here in the middle of nowhere? It was unlikely anything could be done.
For a moment he was torn between staying with the girl or leaving to help others. However, his mind was made up as she opened her eyes, just a sliver but enough so she saw him. She mumbled a few words he couldn’t make out seeming to try to roll over. That’s when the pain registered.
“Hey, hey it’s ok,” he whispered soothingly moving up beside her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder and pushing her down onto her back again. Her eyes flicked towards him, a question on her crystal eyes. “There was a plane crash, everything’s being sorted out. Just don’t panic.”
She looked up at him, then winced in pain as the true seriousness of her wound clicked. Her cracked lips moved, forcing faint words out. “Am I going to die?”
For a moment Rafian was taken aback by that question. What should he say? No and have the last words she hears be lies or say yes and freak her out?
“Yes, death is possible. But so is life, in a better place. I'll stay with you, I will stay here and I won't leave you,” he responded wrapping her dainy hand in his, hoping his choice of words were what she needed to hear.
A whisper of a smile graced her lips. Only a small upwards turn of her but he saw it. Her hand clenched tightly over his as her breaths became more and more laboured.
“Thanks.” Barely a whisper, only a slight breath of air before her chest stilled and her heart gave one final pump, pushing the last of her precious blood out her body.
Rafian waited a moment, waiting as if he believed that just by willing it the girl will come back. Will open her crystal blue eyes and smile. He was sure she was loved, sure she was beautiful once. It almost hurt not knowing anything about her. Every other time he watched someone fade a loved one was there, they were the last face someone ever saw. It felt wrong that girl died only seeing him. Some random she had never seen before. Yet what else could he have done? He wasn’t about to let her die alone. Releasing her hand, Rafian stood ignoring the way the world swayed slightly as he did so. He wasn’t worried about himself and watching that girl die was enough to show him the seriousness of the situation. Though he wasn’t willing to leave her he had still wasted valuable time and there were more lives to be saved. The wash of calm once again surrounded him as he moved towards the chaos.
Rafian spent his time cheeking on all the limp bodies. Some were dead before he got there, their necks twisted at weird angles, or shards of shrapnel embedded within their chests. Other he had to let go, admit there was nothing he could do. There were only a few he could actually save. He got all those willing and able to help to do the same. And though it hurt he got them to sort three groups. Mild injuries, serious injuries and the dead. Once he got enough people helping he started sending some to dig around in the edge of the forest to find some medicinal plants. Or any plant really that wasn’t poisonous and could be used. Regretfully he also raided he dead, using their clothes as bandages for the living and and checking pockets for anything that might be of use. It we against all his morals standards but, if it was to save a life at the loss of his own then so be it. There were so many that needed help, so many that were crying and bleeding, dripping crimson onto the pearl white sand. So he helped as best he could. Wrapping wounds, dripping tiny drops of antiseptic from his kit into the worst looking wounds. There were limited supplies and his head continued to thorb and bleed, but Rafian was still determined to help everyone he could.
He was wrapping a shallow leg wound with a large tree leaf and some dead man's top when he heard the calls. He was used to hearing screaming at this point. As hurtful as it was to admit he had stopped listening. It would slowly crush him hearing people screaming names knowing any one of those lifeless eyes he looked into could have been the lost loved one. But this call was different, the unmistakable cry for help. Tightly tying his current work off, Rafain instructed the injured one to be careful with their leg before darting off towards the call. If it was someone wounded calling out he wasn’t about to turn them down.
Surprisingly, he wasn’t the first one to find the distressed person. It was a female that had been calling out. That was obvious by the bandage that was being wrapped around her calf by another male. Admittedly Rafian hesitated. The woman was clearly somewhat stable if she was able to call out, and by the blood trail on the sand she had clearly been walking. Yet he couldn’t leave her alone. Despite the fact that she had already had someone helping and that he had others that there were other needing help, he still couldn't deny her call. He walked towards her, refusing to run or show any form of panic.
“Are you two ok?” He asked crouching down beside the two, his eyes automatically flicking over her wound.
There was bloody bandages next to her but her wounds seemed freshly bandaged and weren’t yet soaking through their bindings. The man seemed ok if not a little flustered, but there was no physical wounds wounds on him which was a good start.
“Better question, is there anything I can help with?” He refrased.
He was tempted to undo the bandaging the man had done, with someone's sweater as he had noticed, to make sure it was clean. Wounds gotten at the beach were often quite bad because they got sand in them which could lead to infection. He had been washing wounds would with saltwater cause at least that was better than sand, only using his limited antiseptic when absolutely needed. However he figured she was stable for now and unless she was expressing any immediate concerns he would come back to her later.
((I'm so sorry for not responding sooner, I've been barraged with a million things to do and haven't had the chance to get to this.))
After sitting down in the hot sand, grimacing as the lingering soreness in her body flared up, Felicity remained relatively steadfast and still, there wasn't much she could do while her blood spilt onto the sand. Knowing that there was no point in trying to think about the negative possibilities at that exact moment in time she focused on her breathing, trying to maintain some semblance of calm as it became harder to do so with the loss of blood. One in and one out, one in and one out and then repeat. It wasn't much, but she wasn't in any shape to be helping rip clothes off the deceased so it was the best she could manage.
She waited, closing her eyes to block out the blinding rays of the hot sun. Normally she'd have been repulsed by the heat, she was so used to having to look perfect and sweating was always a threat to that, but for once the heat was welcome, with the loss of blood it helped regulate the chill she felt creeping its way through her limbs. Whilst she was nearly certain that so long as they prevented the bleeding in a timely manner there was no imminent threat of death even she, someone who held together in a crisis quite well, couldn't help but fear the worst. It wasn't dying itself that she feared most, but instead the fact that she could die and not a single person, her husband or children, would notice for days. Only a select few people even knew about her plan to surprise her husband and those who did know were not the type to concern themselves with the news, her plane went down and she doubted anyone would notice until her husband returned and began inquiring as to where she was.
Despite her worries, she still kept focused and did what she could to keep her breathing in check. One breath in, one breath out and though it wasn't long until Isaac returned it felt far longer than it was, though she held her tongue knowing that it was probably just the pain panic making it feel like forever. She could hear his footsteps in the sand when he approached and was quick to pull herself to attention, opening her eyes again to watch what he was doing. Felicity knew nothing about him and she wasn't willing to trust a stranger's competence upon the first encounter so she observed his actions making sure he didn't somehow squander the task of stopping the bleeding, but at the same time it also gave her something else to focus on aside from the pain.
Felicity took a shaky deep breath in when he asked if he could help. The request would almost have been funny if it were not so dire. "Of course..." She muttered, steeling herself for what was to come. Her voice was so quiet when she said it that she honestly wasn't even sure if he had heard her speak. Regardless, things continued and Felicity had to bear the pain to come. As he cleaned the blood away it wasn't too bad, but that was obviously the easiest part to manage, it was the binding of the wound that would be her undoing and that it was. The pain was excruciating, but Felicity persevered. For every bit of pain, she felt she just pushed herself to think of why she was going through it. She needed to get back home. If it meant getting back to her children she'd lose the leg entirely, she was fortunate for this to be all it took.
She could only describe what had happened as a miserable blur. At the moment she was all too present, but it seemed to have happened in an instant once it was done. She let herself lean back her hands in the sand holding her up. It was a relief. She was by no means comfortable, but as it was she was far more well off than she had been mere moments before. The blood was stopped which meant she could divert her focus to other matters and for once, despite her lingering lightheadedness, she could fully hear everything he said to her. He asked her what her name was and she responded, her voice lacking the practised formality it typically bore, she was simply unable to bring herself to waste her energy on such things at that moment. "Felicity Drayton." She answered in short.
No longer than a couple of seconds had passed and he had quickly returned to his original objective and this time she was able to process his words. He was looking or his girlfriend and she could see the worry and fear festering from behind his eyes. There wasn't much Felicity could do in her state and it wasn't as though she had seen the girl when she walked along the shore earlier. What she could do was be the voice of reason. She felt pity for his situation, she knew how awful it was not to know what had happened to someone you care about, but she also knew that you don't always think clearly when you are afraid. They needed to make sure that they were safe and secure before they went on a hunt for someone else, they would be of no use to her dead.
Before Felicity had the chance to respond she heard something else. Her eyes promptly flickered over to the source of the sound. Another person, a man who carried himself calmly which was reassuring. He wasn't hurt like she was or flustered like Isaac, a truly enviable state of being in this situation. He approached and lowered himself to their level and Felicity's eyes followed him. He spoke and Felicity was glad to hear kind words, she got lucky enough to have someone willing to help the first time and now there was yet another person willing to aid others.
Felicity pulled herself together and prepared to speak, looking between the two men. "We're alive and surviving..." She began with a half-hearted, but decently composed tone. "I have a cut on my leg but we've managed to stop the bleeding so the immediate problem is gone..." She continued, pausing a moment afterwards to catch her breath. Felicity wanted to give as much information as possible from the start, it would save them from having to clarify things later on. "Isaac- him," She said quickly, offering a brief gesture in Isaac's direction, "He's looking for someone, his girlfriend I believe... Mia, I think her name was. " She said, looking to Isaac to confirm whether or not everything she reported was true.
Isaac needed to find her, needed to hear her voice. Mia was the one person in the world who could calm him down when he felt as though the world was crumbling around him. She had a way with words, and a gentle, soothing voice that could relax him in even the most tenuous of situations. When he’d been stressing about his exams it was Mia that had helped him through it, when the family dog went missing she was there to help him print out posters and scour the neighbourhood, and even when it came down to the speech at his brother’s wedding — there she was, guiding him through every last word. Isaac didn’t need situations like these to remind him of just how important Mia was to him, that was something he recognised every morning he woke up next to her, everytime she laughed or smiled, and every day he got to spend in her bright presence. She had brought a light to his life, and the thought that he might not see her again made him ache with every fibre of his being.
The look of pity in Felcity’s eyes was painful to witness, as if she could read the turmoil in his face and simply didn’t have the reassuring words to offer. There were very few words that could have made him feel better in that moment, because unless those words were coming from Mia’s mouth he feared he might be about to lose it completely. With Felicity’s leg bound and no longer bleeding, Isaac felt a little better about taking his leave to go and find Mia. He was wasting precious time, she could be somewhere hurt or worse. Isaac swallowed tightly and was just about to offer to help Felicity into the shade so he’d be free to search, when another man approached them. He spoke in a calm reassuring tone that reminded Isaac of a counsellor or a youth pastor, but as he crouched in front of them Isaac deduced he must be part of the medical profession. The way he carried himself and the assurance of his tone in spite of the nature of the situation, he was definitely someone who had worked around grave injuries before.
“We’re alive,” Isaac said, echoing Felicity’s sentiment. There didn’t seem to be anything else worth saying. I’m okay, just didn’t cut it. Isaac wasn’t okay after all, he was panicking, struggling to keep his breathing in check, and spending every second wondering just what had happened to his girlfriend. He rose on his shaky legs and stared off down the beach, there was still no sign on her. “Yes-” Isaac said as Felcity started speaking. “Her name’s Mia. She’s got red hair, and she’s wearing a green dress. Her eyes are brown, and she’s got lots of freckles, and she has this bumblebee necklace.” He was rambling now, struggling to get the words out as he recalled everything he could about his girlfriend. His fingers curled into his hair, as fear continued to ripple through him, making his heart pound and his body shake. “I need to find her, I just need to-“ Isaac cut short, his dark eyes fixed on something in the distance. He narrowed his gaze, shielding his eyes from the sun as he took in the slight figure that was stumbling across the sand. For a moment he thought he was dreaming, but as the sun glinted off of red hair, he realised it was her. She was alive.
“Mia!” He bellowed her name, already breaking into a run, flying across the sand in an effort to close the distance between them. Air tore from his lungs as he raced across the beach, barely slowing even as he approached. His arms went around her waist and she sagged in his grasp, murmuring his name in a hazy, faraway voice. “I’ve got you,” he murmured into her hair, “It’s alright, I’ve got you.” The two of them, sank down on the sand. Seconds past and he held her close, tears pooling in his eyes. She whispered his name, and Isaac pulled back to look at her. It was only then that he saw the blood, and the deathly pallor of her skin. “Mia?” he said, his relief quickly turning to horror as he saw the wound just below her ribs, and the red that coated her dress, and the sand, and now his clothes. “Mia. Mia, look at me. Keep looking at me, I’m going to get help. Okay, baby.” His voice cracked as he said the last few words, and he lifted her up into his arms, hating himself for the pained expression that crossed her face as he moved her.
“Please!” He yelled, as he carried her several steps back down the beach, towards Felicity and the man who had arrived only minutes before. “Please! You’ve got to help her.” Isaac looked down at Mia again, clutching her close to his chest as her eyes rolled back. “Baby, baby, talk to me please.” Isaac sank to his knees again, gently touching her face, trying to get a response from her. She had gone limp in his grasp, her head lolling to one side as he stroked her cheek. “Mia, come on. Mia please, stay with me, baby.” Tears were flowing freely from his face now, spilling down his cheeks, dropping onto Mia’s pale skin and blood soaked dress. “Mia, Mia-“ he found himself repeating her name over and over, choking off as he tried to get a response from her.
((Shoot, I didn't realize it was my turn to write this! I'm so sorry guys I'll get to it as soon as I find time!!))
