"Oh my God!" I gasp and rush over to him. I kneel beside him and I examine his face. He has a big bruise, with a small gash in the middle of it across his cheek.
"Hey, you're the girl that was sitting behind me on the plane..." He says, searching every inch of my face with his eyes. I blush, wow he noticed me, but then I laugh at him.
"What?" He asks defenselessly.
"You're hurt, and pretty bad, and you're worrying about how I was the girl sitting behind you on the plane." He smiles and shrugs his arms.
"What can I say, a girl like you catches my attention..." I blush, and Andy clears his throat loudly. I glare at him, and he returns it. I roll my eyes and turn my attention back to the boy.
"I can't look at the wound right here, we're going to have to move you." I say, looking around.

"There might be a problem with that." Andy says.

"What do you mean?" I ask, confused, and he points to something. I follow his finger, and then I see it. A big chunk of metal is on top of his left leg.
"What?" The boy asks confused.
"You don't feel that?" I asks.
"Feel what?" He asks irritated.
"On your leg, there is a big piece of metal that probably weighs a ton." I say.
"Is it my left leg?" He asks. I nod. "I can't feel it, because my leg is completely numb." He says.
"That can't be good" I say and he nods in agreement.

"Do you think we can move it?" I ask Andy. He stares at it and then shrugs.
"Maybe..." He says. "I can try..." He walks over to it and grips it, pulling on it. It moves a little, but not enough for the boy to get his leg free.
"Here I'll help." I say going beside Andy. I grab on to the metal and so does Andy. "One.....Two.....Three..." On three we both pull and we are able to lift it off of his leg. Andy throws it a few inches away from the boy.
"Okay, now we need to move him..." I say. Andy sighs and grabs his arms. I grab his legs. "Gentle..." I remind Andy and he rolls his eyes. We slowly lift the boy up and he groans in pain. We slowly walk around the big piece of plane and we find a big patch of sand to lay him on. We gently lay him down and I can see the wound a little bit better, but the cloth of his shirt is in the way.

"I'm going to have to take your shirt off." I say and he nods. I grab the bottom of his shirt and I pull it up on the side that is not injured. I'm able to get it off surprisingly easy, but the cloth around the metal is stuck to it. I pull it off, not trying to hurt him. His skin is so pale and he is sweating bad.
"Okay." I say trying to think. "This is going to have to come out." I mumble.
"Haley?" I say.
"Yeah?" She responds.
"I need you and Andy to go around and look for something that might help, like a first aid kit or some medicine, and also try to find some water." She nods and leaves. Andy follows her, without saying something for once.

I look up at the sky. I wonder if there are anybody that lives near here.
"What's your name?" The boy asks, pulling me from my thoughts.
"Umm...Its Legacy. Whats yours?" I ask.
"Tyler." He says. And I blush at the name. I don't know why I'm blushing, It's just something about him....
"Are you alright?" He asks pulling me out of my thoughts again. And my face turns red out of embarrassment and he laughs at me. I smack him very hard on the arm.
"Ow!" He says rubbing his arm. "What was that for?"
"Don't laugh at me. Ever!" I say laughing. We wait for another 10 minutes before Haley and Andy come back with things in their hands. Luckily they found a first aid kit, a few survival kits, a jug of water and a big bottle of liquor that has managed not to be broken.

"What's that for?" I ask pointing to the liquor. Andy smiles.
"Two reasons, One it will sterilize the wound and Two, I need a drink." I roll my eyes at his second reason. I look through all of the things they brought back, and it has almost all of the things I need. I find some pain pills and I make Tyler take four. I know its excessive but it will help with the pain. I try to clean around the wound a little with some water.
"Okay, I'm about to pull it out..." I mumble pouring some of the alcohol on my hands and rubbing it in.
"Just make it quick." He says. I pour some of the liquor on his wound and he groans in pain.
"Okay, here goes nothing." I say gripping onto the metal. I suck in a sharp breath, before jerking on the metal, and Tyler lets out a loud scream.

Notes

Sorry, I know it's bad.
The next one should be alot better,
Sorry *_*