Suddenly, everything came back to him. The crash, his injuries, the forest. His left eye shot with pain, he put his hand over it. Where was he? Who was that who saved him? They could be friendly but Carson didn´t want to find out. He scrambled to his feet, wincing in pain from his leg.
(Hello?)
(People were here earlier.)
(I'm still here… I just don't know what to do…
(Yeah, we need the others.)
(Yup…)
sighs
Mihaka asked Skye "You need help? I help you, you help Mihaka learn words."
(Skye is in the tent still… Just so you know.)
¨My eye.¨ Carson could ignore it no longer. His eye had been severely hurt, he had to know how how badly. Taking off his bandage, Carson opened his eye. Nothing changed, he still couldn´t see out of his left eye. Touching it, Carson felt a large gash along his eyelid and he knew, he was blind in one eye. Reality began to sink in, he was stranded on an island, he was alone, and he had lost an eye. Carson sank to his knees, he wanted to cry but his tear duct was too damaged.
(Skye is in the tent still… Just so you know.)
(So is Cels… SHE NEEDS SOME CRUTCHES ;^; NO WAIT SHE NEEDS MIHAKA)
(Skye is in the tent still… Just so you know.)
(So is Cels… SHE NEEDS SOME CRUTCHES ;^; NO WAIT SHE NEEDS MIHAKA)
(She needs some MILK!)
(Skye is in the tent still… Just so you know.)
(So is Cels… SHE NEEDS SOME CRUTCHES ;^; NO WAIT SHE NEEDS MIHAKA)
(She needs some MILK!)
(🤣🤣 milk is good for da bones)
(ROLE CALL!!! Who's here, who's not?)
(Me! But not for long.)
(K, who else?)
wait gotta go see ya.
(I’m here!)
(back! I was at dance class sry guys)
The rain pounded down on Dara's head. Ugh. Her hair was going to be an unbearably tangled mess after this. She scoffed. The last thing she should be thinking about was her hair. "Hello?" she called. "Does anyone need help?"
(back! I was at dance class sry guys)
(It’s okay!)
Celestia hoped she wasn’t wrong. She hoped she didn’t send Dara to her doom. To Celestia’s relief, thunder didn’t strike again. She didn’t want anyone to see her as a crying mess. She wanted to get up and help Dara, but her legs weren’t being so cooperative. Once again, for the umpteenth, Celestia cursed her luck.
Fin limped back to Dara. He collapsed onto the sand and let outa heaving sigh. “Have you found anyone?” Fin asked Dara as he brushed his damp red hair out from in front of his eyes. The only thing he really wanted right then was a donut, because honestly, what situation can’t be improved with donuts?
"Nope, no one," she sighed, smoothing back her poofy hair. "You?"
He shook his head. “Nah. It’s starting to see, like we’re the only sur-“ Fin stopped. He got up and turned towards the plane. “Wait…” Fin paused for a few seconds. “There! That. A sound just came from the plane.” he pointed out, then staggered over to the wreckage.
Dara followed him, still wary of her own limitations and the volatileness of whoever was out there. What if the person was dangerous? Both she and Fin were too injured to do anything about it. She approached the wreckage carefully. "Anyone?"