forum Plane Crash RP!

Started March 07, 2018 by @WriteOutofTime

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“I could, uh, well, um…” Fin’s voice faltered. “I have absolutely no idea what to do.”

"Here, come here," Dara snapped impatiently. Rummaging through her first aid kit, she pulled out alcohol, gauze, and a needle and thread. "Put pressure right here," she instructed, guiding Fin's hand to a few inches above the wounded area. "Not too much." She dumped some of the alcohol onto her hands to disinfect them before she reached towards the protruding metal. Carefully, she pulled the metal out, praying the girl wouldn't wake while she did so. It must hurt. She tried not to think about it. Tossing away the bloody piece of metal, she dabbed the area clean with the alcohol and then stitched it up. Lastly, she tied the gauze loosely around the wound. Sitting back, she smiled in relief. The girl hadn't woken and the wound seemed okay.

"Okay then, Cels," Skye said, still clearing away rubble. "Let's get you out of here, shall we? And it's Hart, Skye Hart." She continued to clear away debris, piece by piece, until it was almost gone. "There. You should be able to move now. Try to sit up for me, would you?"

(@SorceressWriter Hart is my brother’s name XD)

Fin wiped the blood off of his hands. “Yeah, we should find shelter.” He stated as he looked nervously at the dark clouds that began to cover the sky.

(@SorceressWriter Hart is my brother’s name XD)

(Oh, funny! Yeah, I kinda borrowed it from a tv show character… I'm not great with last names. :P)

Celestia nodded and tried to sit up, but pain flashed in her legs and she hissed.
"It feels like they're broken," she winced. "Probably not, but it hurts to move."

"Darn," Skye muttered under her breath. "Let me clear the rest off, and I'll get Dara to check on you." She finished clearing the debris off Celestia's legs, then called Dara over to check them.

"Thank you again, Skye…" Celestia murmured.

(Sorry I disappeared all of yesterday. The site wasn't working)

Dara heard Skye call her. She instructed Fin to watch the cat girl and notify her of any changes. Standing carefully, she hurried over to the blue haired girl and Skye. "Is she okay?" She asked.

Skye glanced up as she heard Dara talk to her. "Her legs might be broken," she stated, then went back to clearing away debris.

Celestia tried moving her legs again, but the more she did, the more they hurt. They didn’t feel like they were broken, but probably were.

"Here, let me check," Dara said, crouching by the girl's legs. They were swollen but there was no bone visible, so if there was a break, it would be mendable. "Can you try and move your toes, feet, then ankles?"

Celestia tried as she was asked to do. Moving her toes didn’t give her much pain, but the minute she tried moving her feet and ankles, pain flashed in her legs.
“I-I can’t move them without feeling pain,” she whimpered, biting her lip.

Dara sucked in the corner of her lip. "I'm thinking it's severe sprains and possibly a fracture. Nothing too serious, but pretty painful." She looked frustrated. "I wish I had something useful, but we don't have anything for a cast or something. Pain medication would help, though. And keep your legs elevated."

Celestia cracked a smile.
“It’s okay. Nobody would have thought the plane would crash,” she mumbled. “Is there anything hard around here, something that is not stone?”

Dara glanced around. "I'm sure there's pillows and blankets in the wreckage. If Skye would help, we can transport you to shelter and use the blankets to elevate your legs."

"Of course I'll help," Skye stated. "I've got a tent we could use, too."

“The suitcases and all survived?” Celestia asked, shocked. She assumed everything was lost when planes crashed, but maybe her suitcase was still intact.

"Some things," Dara corrected. "A lot of stuff got destroyed." Holding out her arm, she helped the girl stand to her feet. Dara winced, both from the pain in her ribs from the added stress and from the pain she knew the girl must be experiencing. "Cmon," she said, "lets get you to the tent."

Celestia sucked in a shaky breath, but she didn’t dare cry out. Everyone else was injured, too, not just her. Celestia just had to deal with the pain without bothering everyone else.
“Thank you, Dara,” she finally found her voice. “That is your name, right?”

"Yep," she said with a smile. "What's yours?"

“Celestia,” Celestia replied. “But since it’s a mouthful, you can call me Cels; everyone does.” It was hard smiling with the pain, but Celestia managed to do so.

"Nice to meet you, Cels," Dara said absently. She looked around for the tent.