(Yeah there blue! Just like mine! And she is a ginger just like me! But its not me...)

Susan blushed and forced a smile through the pain. She couldnt help but notice how the doctor seemed to be sewing the same place for a few minutes. What was she doing? "I'm eighteen." She said and closed her eyes again. She hoped her brother didn't think she was weak with the way she was acting. "How old are you." She said quietly and loud at points through her sentence.

Jacob's breath caught for a moment and looked at her confused. He motioned towards the a airplane with a frown. "What dot out think happened?" He asked looking at her now an little dumbfounded. Was this girl born two minutes ago. How could she of not know about the crash of the plane.

"I'm eighteen." He said. "Same age." He tried to think of something else to say. Darn it. Blank. "Umm.. Any pets?" Oh crap. What if he accidentally upset her? That wouldn't good. Yes, not good at all. He hoped if Susan had pets, they were hopefully alive.
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"Oh, well..." Eliza mentally slapped herself. "I'm no expert on medics..." She said. Ugh. It was her fault... She never bothered to study medics or anythings... "But I'm sure there's someone here who can help." She said, remembering that person in the forest earlier.

Susans eyes shot open and widened till they were about to pop out. "Hershey! Brother! Go find Hershey!" She yelled and tried to move but was being held down. She felt the doctor tape something to her legs and than said she was done. Everyone let go and she immediately jumped up. She looked left and right sobbing. She stopped on Thomas and whimpered. "Help me find Hershey." She said hoping her kitten was still alive

Jacob let out a sigh and rubbed his forehead. "Than go get that person." He said and laid back dowwn. This girl was helpless. He would have already have had help over here if it were her so why was she taking so very long to get help for him. He could possibly die

Terrie packed her stuff up and walked over to Velvet. She didn't want to confide in the injured person but to the bystander. "What seems to be the problem?" She asked Velvet and noticed all the blood around the poor woman.

"Hershey? Hershey who?" Thomas asked. Did she want candy...? No. He held on to her. "I'll go help find Hershey." He said, whoever Hershey was. "Take it easy." He added. "Or you'll trip everywhere!" He said. He noticed the two ten year olds were gone. Huh.
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"Sorry, sorry." She said. She was completely unsure on what to do. Ugh! Stupid! She was plain stupid! But she could at least go find help...though she wasn't a go get help kind of person. She was independent. But this guy wasn't her. "I'll go get help." She said quickly and started to find that medic lady.

((Eliza so stupid! *shlaps Eliza*))

((Maybe I shall drag Dr. Lansing back. T.T))

Eric was looking for anything that could be of use. Like, anything. His eyes scanned the beach. A watch... Why'd he need a watch? To tell time, but that wasn't exactly important right now. A baseball bat... Might be useful for whacking things, but still. Why couldn't he see anything that could be useful? Then, he remembered that woman that said she was a doctor. He knew there were many injured people and she was probably trying to save them. She might need a little help. He started back to the plane crash sight.

Smiling, Velvet limped over to the plane rubble and found Rehecca's bag, since it had Rebecca labeled on the front. Limping back to Rebecca, she took out the little bowl Mustache was in and handed the bowl to Rebecca. "You won't die Rebecca. But if you want your goldfish, you can have him." Waiting idly for the doctor, Gelvet watched Amber and Rosebud tackle each other on the sand of the beach where they had crashed. Noticing Terrie walk over, Velvet sighed and answered her question. "Rebecca has a huge deep gash in the middle of her stomach and I think she might, just might, be having a bit of trouble breathing. I don't know how deep the gash is, but it's oozing out a lot of blood."

Vivek woke with a start. What had happened? Oh yes. The plane had crashed. He groaned and sat up. He was fine. Just a bit sore. Nothing else. He was at the back of the plane. He stood up slowly and gathered his balance. Though he never had balance anyways. He always tripped and things. He was a klutz. "Now where's that bloody hound of mine?" He muttered. Hopefully MT was alright. He remembered most of the animals were in the cargo hold. He walked down the aisle, seeing people outside from the small plan windows. Many were dead. Some looked injured badly, though some people, like him, were mercifully unharmed. He got out the plane quickly and ran to the cargo hold. He looked inside. It was dark. "MT! Ya bloody dog, where are you?" He called and stepped inside. He heard a loud bark. MT's bark! He walked towards the barking. He tripped over something on the floor. "Ouch..." He muttered and stood up again. He bumped into something. A cage! There was excited barking. He felt for the lock and clicked it open. A big figure burst out and knocked Vivek onto the ground. MT licked his face. "MT! Boy, quit that licking!" Vivek shouted. "And you're heavy. Get off me, you bloody dog!" He said. MT stopped licking him and got off Vivek and barked like crazy. "You still act like a puppy..." Vivek muttered. MT brushed past Vivek and bounded out the cargo hold. "Get back here, you bloody hound!" Vivek shouted and chased after his dog.

Jacob sighed and closed his eyes. Some people were just so clueless about being helpful. He was sitting here in pain and she didn't hink to bring anything to help medical wise to a plane crash. Why was she coming from the direction she came from without any injuries. She obviously wasn't thrown from the plane

(Shlaps Eliza with a squid)

Susan held her hand out to stop Thomas. "You don't even know Hershey. She's a little black and white kitten." She said describing him the best she could. She didn't know why this guy thought to bring up animals but he was a genius. Even if he didn't want her to she owed him one.




Terrie looked at Velvet and shook her head. "She won't listen to me, I need you to calm her down." She said and sat back. She couldnt do what she needed to be done if this girl kept holding her stomach. She knew that was were the problem was but she couldnt get to it.

Rebecca didn't want to move her hand. She was applying pressure so the bleeding would stop and she was scared if she moved her hand she would bleed to death. She didn't want to die. She looked at the ball with her goldfish sitting next to her and just concentrated on him moving around.

"Rebecca," Velvet cooed, "you'll be alright. Just let go of your stomach and let the doctor help you." As if knowing that Rebecca needed comfort, Amber and Rosebud leaped to Rebecca's side and slobber end all over her face, making her laugh. Velvet, watching, said, "My, sometimes I wonder if my collies are really dogs of some really intelligent goddesses. They always seem to know what others and myself need. It's incredible." Velvet shook her head and turned her attention back to Rebecca. "Rebecca, please remove your hand from your stomach. You're just making it worse by not letting it breathe and by applying pressure on it. If you'll just let go, it will get better. It will bleed more for a little while, but then it will stop." Not wanting to say thus to Rebecca, she muttered undr her breath, "If it's not internal bleeding."

((What's with all the squids?! Eliza ain't no medic. She stay on PI for 1 year and a half! That drive anyone crazy! XD -slaps Eliza- Get Terrie!))

"I'll be right back." Eliza said. Oh crap. She had no idea where that woman went. ((Ya stupid girl! T.T)) She figured that she might be near the plane wreck, of course, where people would still possibly be alive. She ran towards the plane and looked around quickly. Lots of dead people...meaning she'd have to dig more graves... "Hello?" She called. ((-shakes Eliza- You can't be that stupid!!!))

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"Kitten?" He said hesitantly. Where the hell would a kitten hide? He wouldn't know. "I'll see if I can find Hershey." He said. Kitten or no kitten, he wanted something to do. "Brown and white..." He mumbled.

((Thomas and Eliza are so stupid! O.O))

((Making autistic character next. ))