George watched Michael jog off and catch up to Dr. Pierson. Then she plopped down in the sand next to Eric. His wound was bandaged and the tourniquet had been loosened. He was still very pale, but Dr. Pierson seemed to be pretty sure he'd live. That was good.
After watching Eric for another moment, George turned attention to the other survivors. Daisy was sitting with two other women near the fuselage, searching and sorting the contents of a plastic bag full of purses, laughing and talking.
The two remaining soldiers had separated, one talking to the unshaven man who walked with a cane and a decided limp. The other was was still talking to the wet woman in the vest. No--there she went, bounding off like a woman with a mission.
An asian couple were working together to create a shelter. The other survivors seemed to be getting organized, moving the injured--or extremely pregnant--to more sheltered locations.
Out in the sea, George could still see a couple of figures splashing around. The others...the others had swum ashore, or been rescued, or drowned. As she watched, a young man on the beach suddenly splashed into the surf and struggled out past the breakers, swimming doggedly until he reached a rock protruding from the surface. He clung to the rock, looking around wildly. George wondered who he'd been trying to rescue.
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[George] Playing Nurse (tag Eric, any passers-by)
Date: 2005-12-30 11:03 pm (UTC)After watching Eric for another moment, George turned attention to the other survivors. Daisy was sitting with two other women near the fuselage, searching and sorting the contents of a plastic bag full of purses, laughing and talking.
The two remaining soldiers had separated, one talking to the unshaven man who walked with a cane and a decided limp. The other was was still talking to the wet woman in the vest. No--there she went, bounding off like a woman with a mission.
An asian couple were working together to create a shelter. The other survivors seemed to be getting organized, moving the injured--or extremely pregnant--to more sheltered locations.
Out in the sea, George could still see a couple of figures splashing around. The others...the others had swum ashore, or been rescued, or drowned. As she watched, a young man on the beach suddenly splashed into the surf and struggled out past the breakers, swimming doggedly until he reached a rock protruding from the surface. He clung to the rock, looking around wildly. George wondered who he'd been trying to rescue.