"Please try... I don't want him dying, please..." She begged. "Let me stay..." Even if he died, she wanted to stay, why? She did not know. But she wanted to stay if he did. "Is there any way I can help at all?" She asked. She wanted to help at least, be useful.

Terrie nodded and grabbed a cloth and poured rubbing alcohol on it. She would have to clean the wound or take chance of it getting infected. With another deep breath she began dabbing the wound. She got all the dry and wet blood along with all the dirt out of the wound. It didn't look as bad as she imagined but she would need to work faster to keep this child alive. "Go get BlackJack." She said through clenched teeth.

(yay!)

"Okay..." She said, nodding and got up. "Where'd he go-?" She muttered. Hopefully he hadn't gotten anywhere far... She looked back at Terrie. Then, she ran out the plane and out to the beach. Eh... Now what? "Um...Black Jack?" She half-yelled. "Black Jack!" Okay. This was stupid. She sighed. But then, she heard footsteps behind her. "Yes?" She turned around. It was the same man before what claimed to be a doctor named Black Jack. "Sir, um, the lady just a few minutes...wants your help, and well...can you help her save my brother?" She asked, trying not to stare at the man's hair, or face. "I thought so." He said, nodding. "Where are they?" She pointed to the plane. "They're in there...?" Black Jack started towards the plane, the black suitcase thingy at his side. She watched him climb into the place she had just come out from. Would he and Terrie save her brother? She started back to the plane, running a bit slower this time and climbed back in. "I found him, Terrie." She said, pointing to a black Jack.

(Black Jack and Terrie... Hm....)

Terrie pulled out the needle and began trying to thread it. Her hands were shaking so bad and she couldn't concentrate. "Damnit!" She yelled and slammed her fist on the ground. She could feel tears streaming down her face and she didn't realize that the boys sister was back.

"Terrie, calm, down." Black Jack said. "You can't stitch anything if you're trembling that much." H esighed and took the needle from her hand. "Don't mind me using this, do you?" He asked and then got on his knees so he was able to get a better view of the wound. He had done this countless times. This was not really anything different. He would have to check all the other wounds later. He held the needle and then began to thread it...in out, in out, in out. He knew that Terrie could do it...if she weren't shaking. As he stitched, he took notice f some of the wounds. "Possible concussion...possible..." He muttered and looked back down at the stitching. Maybe a few broken bones...he also noticed that the boy's skin was very hot, as if running a high, high fever. Yet he was so still. This would be an interesting patient...

Terrie moved down to the boys leg. Touching it lightly she could tell it was broken. She was glad this boy was asleep because he would be freaking out if not. Reaching towards her kit she grabbed the big leaves and vines so she could bandage the wound, scissors so she could cut it to the size she liked, rubbing alcohol to clean the dirt from any scrapes surrounding the injury, and cloth to wipe the running alcohol off of the wound. She glanced back at Black Jack and saw him taking the child's temperature. Smart. She thought and uncapped the rubbing alcohol. She would pour some on the wound and prayed the little boy wouldn't wake up from the burning he would feel in his leg.

(Lol. If he woke, he'd be delirious... >_>)

"We should save the remaining medical supplies that aren't reusable." He said. Thermometers could be used multiple times. So could scissors and some knives... But things like rubbing alcohol and such would need to be rationed. He then took the thermometer back. Whoa...was this thing broken or what? "This can't be right..." No, it was right, all right... 105...105 Degrees Fahrenheit... No way... "How long was he running a fever?" He asked the girl. "Eh...when we got on the plane..." "How high was it then." "Uh... About 96 or 97...?" The plane trip was 7 hours... What could he do about a fever like this?! He would need ice to cool someone this hot...there was no ice...what was the second coldest thing here...the ocean...he could use the cold ocean water and soak it up with a cloth and that might help...but would it be enough...?

(You can't use the ocean, the water is not purified so you take chance of the wound getting infected. )

(XD I know. Salt stiiings... -Tries to ignore fact that fish and stuff poop in there-)

Terrie ignored his comment about rationing the non reusable medical supplies and poured rubbing alcohol on the young boys leg wound. She could hear a small sizzling noise and began counting to when she should dab the alcohol back off. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!" She said getting louder as she said each number. When she reached ten she grabbed a cloth and dabbed away the blood, dirt, and anything else that may be stuck to it.