Michael DeAngelo's POV.
Day 1, mid-day
I sat next to the brown-haired girl. Everyone was just sitting in silence with what I assumed was their bad thoughts. It has been about 10 minutes of just us and silence.
Then abruptly the girl next to me stood up and raced to the red-haired girl's side and wrapped her arms around her. The girl obviously held her close and I couldn't help but swallow my pride. I wished the brown-haired girl hugged me. I need one right now.
"Do you know each other..?" The one guy who I kicked his seat back on the... you know... said.
"Kinda." The red-haired girl said. The guy just shrugged and looked back on the water.
How is he not freaking out right now?? How come I'm not! Nor is anyone else!?
I stood up very fast and felt myself wobble and get dizzy.
"Maybe you should sit down—" the red-haired girl said. But I stopped her. "No! Why are we out here!" I screamed. Everyone was looking at me now.
"Hey. Hey. Hey." The guy said coming over to me and sitting me down calmly.
"We need to survive. In order to survive, we need to try not to lose our minds. We also need water and to treat our wounds. I know we are all tired, but we need to work together in order to get out of this alive." He said.
Everyone was quiet for sometime before we all nodded and agreed.
I sat down slowly. And agreed along with them.
We need to survive.
We can't go crazy.
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Lucas McMillan's POV.
Day 1, mid-day
I need to make sure no one loses their minds. Especially me.
In order to do that we need to be occupied at all times. And even if we are not, we need to have things to hold us accountable in case it rains or storms or anything really.
"Ok. We should know everyone's names. That way we can stop referring to people by their hair color. Because that's what I'm doing, I don't know about you all." I said loud and clear to hopefully distract us.
"Okay." the red-haired girl said.
"I agree." Said the little girl with brown hair.
The man with the white beard just grunted and looked away from everyone.
The little boy with blonde curly hair just nodded.
See what I mean with the hair color thing...
"I'm Meghan," Red-head said knocking me out of my thoughts.
"I'm Lucas."
"Darcy." The girl piped in.
"Michael..." He mumbled.
We all turned to snow beard. "What's your name?" I heard Meghan ask politely.
He just glared and looked away. We all stayed quiet for a few seconds then he answered us.
"Edmond Bailey."
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Meghan Polinsky's POV.
Day 1, afternoon
"Lucas?" I said after looking at him for some time.
"Yeah?" He resounded somewhat happily. I didn't know how he was still happy in this situation, but I knew a trait like that would help us all.
"You're still bleeding... a lot," I said. "And you Darcy, you too Edmond."
When they all looked at me I continued. "I'm a nurse at New York-presbyterian hospital," I say.
When they still looked confused I spoke again. "Let me take care of your wounds," I tell them to let out a breath.
"Oh," Darcy says. "Is it bad..?" She says sounding slightly worried.
Darcy honestly had the worst wounds out of us all. But I didn't tell her that. "No, of course not. But I need to find a way to cover them up so they don't get infected or you continue to bleed out more than you should." I explain to Darcy sweetly and to everyone else.
I look around the raft. There was nothing but I needed a bandage. I wasn't comfortable to take off my romper and since we had an option for a guy to take off a shirt instead of a girl. I took that option.
"Lucas... I know this is weird but do you mind lending me your shirt."
Everyone watched Lucas take his wet white off.
I looked away when I saw his abs and so did Darcy. She looked at me and scrunched her nose up.
His shirt hit my face and I pulled it off and glared at him. It was still slightly damp and I wringed it out over the ocean to hopefully get the salt out. Then I tried to rip it. When I couldn't Lucas took it from me and ripped it himself. So I thanked him with a nod.
"Michael. Check your body for wounds. I didn't see any visible ones." I say.
But they could be internal for all we know. "Same goes for everyone else, check for wounds." I said out loud.
I saw a scared look cover Michael's face then felt bad for saying that. I probably scared him. But I wasn't so used to little kids, sure I wanted to have one someday but I was still 23 and had no idea what to say sometimes.
I made sure as much water was out of his shirt as possible before bringing up my hand to wipe Darcy's face off. "Tell me when it hurts," I say and watch as she takes a sharp breath in.
"It hurts, it hurts!!!" Darcy yells.
"Darcy, I didn't even touch you yet," I say. "Oh." Is all she responds with.
"Sorry. I'm sorry. Just continue." She said and I lift my hand up once again before she cuts off my actions with a scream. "Stop!!!" Darcy yells.
"What? I'm sorry, but Darcy you don't want it to get infected..." I say honestly.
"I'm scared! I'm so scared..." she tells me and I see tears form in her eyes.
Before I can say anything Lucas comes to her side along with Michael.
"Darcy your gonna be ok. All Meghan is doing is touching your skin to get the blood off of it. Nothing will hurt I promise." Lucas says in a calming voice and I feel my heart tighten. Lucas then poked her arm. "See did that hurt?" He says.
"No..." Darcy replied.
"Darcy don't be scared. You can hold my hand if you'd like...?" Michael asks just as sweetly.
I smile slightly at them and Lucas notices and gives me a wink.
"Ok..." Darcy said ever so softly. Lucas lifts her onto his lap and Darcy holds Micheal's hand and shuts her eyes.
I wipe off all the blood and I can see the deep cuts on her face once all the blood is gone. I wipe all the remaining blood off her arms and legs. "It doesn't look like it needs a bandage, which is good," I tell her leaving out how deep the cuts are. They weren't too deep so she should be ok. Luckily, no one got too seriously hurt. Which was probably an understatement. But maybe they really weren't? As I know of yet though. I still had four more people to check including myself. "All done," I tell her and she opens her eyes. "Wow... that was easy." She responds smiling.
I moved up to Lucas who still held Darcy on his lap. I started wiping the blood away too. I watched as he shut his eyes and tilted his head back when there was blood on his neck. Even given the situation we were in I couldn't help but stare. He had a beautiful and strong face. Maybe I was starting to see something in him. Not just his kindness and never having a fear in the world attitude. He was pretty cute with his eyes closed and head drawn back like that I almost wanted to...
And then I remembered.
Nico.
I pulled away quickly and he opened his eyes and brought his head upright.
"Meghan?" Lucas asked lowly and I jumped when I realized I was staring into space and Darcy already moved to the other side of the raft with Michael and I didn't even notice because I was so deep in thought about Nico.
"What happened." He said and I just smiled and shook my head. "Just... let the whole, lost at sea thing get to my head for a second.." I said waving it off.
"Oh.. ok... why did you stop?" He said. And my smile fell. How do I tell him that it was because I started to think of him in a certain way?
"I... like your..." I coughed and turned bright red realizing what I almost said. What am I doing? Not the time or place!
He just looked at me with hearty eyes. "You don't need to explain." He said weakly smirking.
Nice one Meghan...
I continued wiping his skin until I got to his forehead. I stopped again suddenly when he winced in pain. I lifted the cloth up slightly and saw more blood on it than there was before. I put the cloth down and moved some of his hair back. Oh god. Spoke too soon about the 'no bad injuries yet.' Thing.
"How bad is it?" Lucas asked realizing. "Not too bad, you'll just need a bandage for a few days since that's all we can do," I say reassuringly.
"Good."
I ripped off a bigger piece of cloth and tied it tightly around his head.
I looked behind me ready to get Michael for inspection but felt overjoyed to see Darcy, Michael and very surprisingly Edmond, deep in their own conversation. Well, Edmond was sort of in the conversation, mainly it was just Darcy and Michael talking to him quietly.
My thoughts about them slowly dissipated when I felt Lucas's hand on my leg. I turned around and faced him. I looked into his eyes to see them with worry. "What about you?" He asked.
"What about me..?" I asked confused. "You leg...?" He said looking down. "Oh. I was so worried about you guys I forgot about me." I said laughing dryly.
"I'll help you." He said taking the cloth out of my hands. I felt the need to stop him but I suddenly didn't as soon as I felt his two hands go up to my leg.
I held in a breath and I think he realized this effect he had on me. Instead of his usual smirk or stupid joke, he just pulled away and I felt a pang of sadness. But I quickly pushed it away.
Nico. You can't forget Nico. I said in my mind.
"Sorry. I shouldn't have done that, I just thought since you helped me I... don't know.." He said sounding nervous.
Without thinking, I took his hands and placed them back on my leg but this time slightly higher. Then I felt my face get hot and I put my hands over my face. Why did I do that! I can't let myself get out of control like this! I swear I'm already going crazy.
Lucas held onto my wrists and slowly brought them down with a kind smile. "It's ok. I won't touch you." He said grabbing the cloth and quickly wiping up the blood and tying it securely around my thigh. But the problem was. I really wanted him to touch me.
Once he finished I moved over to Michael and sadly interrupted their conversation. "Michael, did you find any cuts?" I ask.
"Yes, a few small ones but nothing too bad. But... my head, and arm really really hurt." Michael said looking like he would cry any second, but he never did.
"Come here," I said in a comforting voice with my arms open. I sat him down in front of me and observed his arm. His shoulder was definitely out of its socket. And I needed to put it back in place.
"Ok. Micheal don't worry." I said and saw his jaw tighten. "Darcy, Lucas, Edmond. I might need some extra help on this one." I say while covering Michael's ears.
They all seemed weary noticing my actions to not let him hear what I was saying.
They all nodded except Edmond, but I knew he'd be no help anyways. I sighed and uncovered Michael's ears. I handed Lucas and Darcy their own cloth and told them what to do then turned back to Michael. "I'm not going to lie, This might hurt ok? But trust me. You need to have trust in me, alright?" I tell him. He swallows and nods without asking any more questions.
I touch his arm and I stopped when he spoke. "Darcy. I want Darcy to hold my hand."
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