Black Jack stared into space. God... How could he cool a 105 Degrees fever?! A fever that high would kill...of course it was. "D@mn it..." He muttered. He looked back down at the boy. Very young...too young to die. He sighed. Maybe the fever would go down. They'd have to hope it would. "Nothing I can really do about the fever..." He said. Too bad he hadn't pack- Wait. Wait. Wait. "Where are the cold drinks?" He suddenly asked. The cold drinks would be in a refrigerated place...which might have some ice. Hmmm...

Terrie began pushing the bone back into place. She couldn't help but give BJ a weird look. "There is not much plane left, so I doubt the cold drinks would of survived." She muttered and smiled when she felt the bone go back into place. With a deep breath she grabbed the large leaves and began putting his handmade cast on. She hoped this little boy survived or she wasted supplies on him.

"Oh, I meant I need the ice the cold drinks because you know, they stay in a refrigerated place, and there might be ice in there as well." He quickly explained. "Eh...if the ice hasn't melted yet, that is." He added, frowning. He then highly doubted that there would be enough ice, or any ice at all. And if there was, it'd probably be scattered everywhere.

Terrie nodded and looked to the little boys sister. "Can you go see if there is any ice on the plane?" It was a kind request but she knew she was asking a lot to tell the little girl to leave her dieing brother here all alone. He could possibly die while she was gone. She didn't think that she would get over it if this little boy died. She couldn't stand to see someones life ripped away at a young age and it always left a bad mark on her. She would go into depression and wouldn't do anything for weeks.

She glanced down. "You two will try... He'll live...right?" She said, nodding. She brushed off dirt on her shirt. "If ice will help, I'll go look." She said, turning away, climbing out of the plane. "Please let him live, please let him live, please let him...live..." She muttered as she neared the back of the plane, and climbing in through a hole that was quite large and edged with black. She climbed in it. Gosh... Where would people store ice anyways? Well, she always saw the refreshments cart appear from the back, so she guessed it would be back there...

Terrie looked to Black Jack with a serious look. She couldn't bare to lose another patient. "If this child does, I'm killing myself." She said and looked down at the ground. She picked up a handful of sand and let it fall through her fingers. It reminded her of an hour glass which reminded her even more of the chills very dieing in front of her. It hurt and brought tears to her eyes, she was never good under pressure.

"Terrie. Stop. Think. Listen." Black Jack said. "There's only 2 of us, against all those injured people. If you die, it'd only be me against all of them. And how do you think I would handle all that? Without you, if certain that out small population will decrease even more. I've only got 1 brain and 2 hands. You kill yourself, I may as well give up myself, and no one will ever know we have ever existed. At least make a mark on this world, okay?" He said, shaking his head. "If we get out of here alive..."

Terrie stared wide eyed at Black Jack while he gave a speech. His explanation made sense but it didn't change her feelings. She never had a life out of her job because she was to worried that if she looked away for just a second everyone would die. Her longest relationship was three weeks and that was back in her middle school days. "You can manage." She said to BJ and drew a heart in the sand with her finger.

"Terrie, really." He insisted. "Lots of people are depending on us. And I don't want to do this alone!" He said. Usually, he was quite the independent person. Especially in operations. But then, he only operated on one person. Not 3 at a time, 7 at a time, no way.

Terrie traced an X through the heart and looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "I know and that's why I can't do this. Why do people always depend on me. I'm not a strong person, I'm weaker then people think." She admitted and then with three fingers she dug her hand underneath the heart with cross in it and through the sand away.