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((START HERE. THERE'S BEEN A PLANE CRASH.))

Lily laid on the beach, unconscious.

Bella was half-conscious but scared to death. She only remembered the pilot's message. We must arrive quickly. A dangerous damage was discovered. Please remain calm were the words that echoed in her half-asleep mind. That was when she had fainted

Lily groaned.

Treon struggled to his knees. His hands were clutching the shifting sand. "What...wha..." He said nearly inaudibly, almost collapsing again.

Lily slowly opened her eyes. "Where am I?" She felt an awful pain in her right leg. Was it broken? She tried to sit up but passed out again.

He crawled forward, seeing other survivors of the crash. There was a girl, lying on the sand as if she were in pain. He slowly made his way over to her. "Hello?" He said, trying to wake her up.

Lily opened her eyes slowly. A face was above her, "H-Hello?"

((Is her name Lily or Abigail?))

Treon examined her. "Are you alright?"

((Lily, sorry))

Lily winced..."No. My leg." She pointed to her right leg.

((It's fine. I just got confuzzled for a minute.))

He looked down at her leg. "Ooh, nasty." He gently touched it.

((Is it broken?))

((Yeah...let's make it broken)
Lily gritted her teeth and fought the temptation to scream in pain.

((Okay. Simple or compound fracture?))

He swiftly pulled his fingers away. "Okay, so it's broken."

(( You choose))

Lily frowned. "Wh-Where are we?"

Treon looked around. "Some island, of some sort. The place crashed. I've no idea where it is, though." He turned back to her leg. He gently touched her leg again, finding a rock to place underneath to elevate it.

Lily whimpered. Plane.....Plane? She didn't remember being on a plane.

"Well, good thing it's only a simple fracture. If it was a compound fracture..." He stopped, not wanting to scare her. "I'll go try to find the plane, see if the first aid kit's still there."

Lily laid down waiting for him to come back. Of course she would be the one to break her leg. Stuff like that always happened to her.

Treon wandered down the coast. He walked for a while, then found the twisted, burning wreckage of metal. He bit his lip, but entered the plane, ignoring all reasoning. He had to get that first aid kit. He searched the plane, top to bottom. Metal bits were falling, threatening to crush him. He coughed, but continued looking. There it was! Beneath the pilot! He closed his eyes, moving the dead pilot away from the large box, then he carried it out, coughing at the acrid stench of burning metal. He slowly made his way back to Lily. "I...found it..." he coughed.

"Are you ok?" She sat up and then squealed. Sitting up was not a good idea.

"Sit...sit down," he said quietly. "I'm...fine." He knelt back down next to her. "Pilot's dead..."

"How bad does the plane look?" She said, slowly laying down.

"It's pretty...bad..." He opened the first aid kit with trembling fingers. "But he's the only one...on the plane...So I'm assuming everyone else...is alive."

"You sure your ok?" Lily asked, worried.

"Yeah," he coughed, taking out a roll of tape. "By the way, my name's Treon. Treon Alexander."

"Nice name." She said with a smile. "I'm Lily. Lily Rose."

"Two kinds of flowers?" He smiled weakly, coughing again into his elbow. He gently touched the fractured leg again.

"I didn't name myself." Lily said with a chuckle. She gritted her teeth, trying not to show any pain. "By the way, thanks."

"No...no problem..." He turned back to the box. "Aspirin?"

"Sure." She took the aspirin. She wished she could see him but she couldn't sit up. There was something wrong with him. She knew it.

Treon brushed his hair out of his eyes, then turned back to her leg. "So, why were you on...the plane?" he coughed.

"I was on my way to a singing competition."

"You sing?" He smiled slightly. "That's wonderful." He finished wrapping up her leg.

Lily smiled,"Thanks. What were you on the way to?"

"I was going to visit...a friend..." He sat back on his heels. "I wouldn't go for any marathon, or Tour de France, if I were you."

"Darn....I was planning on running a marathon by myself around this beach." She smirked.

((gtg...be back in about an hour...))

He laughed lightly. "You should...let your leg...rest, and heal..."

((Okay.))

((Just kidding....))

"Ok....so I have to lay here for the rest of the year?"

((Okay...))

Treon smiled. "No...I could carry you to...shelter...until it heals..." He turned away, coughing more violently.

"I'll let you carry me if you tell me whats wrong."

"The airplane," he said. "The smoke and fire...still going."

Bella heard some voices and tried to wake up. Her whole body was aching
"Where...where are we?" she managed to ask

"A-and you went in it? To get the first aid kit?"

"Yeah, I did," Treon said quietly. "The other people...they need help."

Sparrow blinked, trying to get the sand out of her eyes. She frowned, coming to her knees and coughing. "Noc-*cough*Noctur*cough*us?"

Treon turned around. "Are you alright?" he asked to girl who was coughing, like him.

Sparrow pushed herself up so she was kneeling and blinked at him. "I... I think so, but.."

Treon looked at her. "But..."