April's POV

I woke up to the strong smell of smoke, the noise of screams, and to the feeling of being shaken by someone. My head hurt. My leg hurt. I opened my eyes to see a frightened Cristina with a small cut on her forehead and an obviously dislocated shoulder. I felt weird, I had no idea what was happening.

"Cristina? What happened?" I shouted as she helped me up.

"We were on the plane and it-" she panicked before I completed her sentence.

"Crashed. Our plane crashed!!!" I screamed in panic. It all came back to me. The violent jumps, the screaming, the plane wing braking off... Cristina nodded in disbelief.

"Where is everyone? Where is Jackson? And Alex? And Meredith? Cristina what happened to them??" I asked again as I looked at my leg. It was crushed, probably broken in about two places. At least the bone wasn't sticking out, I thought.

"I don't know!! I... I'm only wearing one shoe!! Where is my other shoe?? why can't I find my shoe???" She screamed as she started to hover around, looking for people and supplies.

And probably for her shoe.

I quickly grabbed a stick and stabilized my broken leg. I moaned in pain as I did. It hurt so much I would never forget it.

But except for my broken leg I was okay, considering. I had a couple of cuts and bruises but i didn't seem to have any major bleeding sir injuries. Cristina was also okay. Her shoulder was dislocated and had to go back in, and except for some cuts on her face she wasn't bruised at all. We were both lucky.

"We should look for them. What if they're dead Cristina?" I asked as my voice shook. I silently prayed they are okay. I prayed that we would all be okay. She helped me stand and sighed.

"None of them is dead until we find them, we can't allow ourselves to think like that" she said as her expression dropped.

I knew Meredith was (or is) her 'person'. And Jackson and I are just starting to be a thing, and Alex? He's Alex. We have to find them. Immediately.

Alex's POV

Blue. That was the color I first saw after we fell out of the sky.

When the plane crashed I was still conscious. I saw it happening. I saw the plane literally splitting in half as the people flew off their sits. I saw my friends being sucked out of the side as we first hit a tree. I saw them all get hurt. I saw blood. I saw fire.

I saw it as we hit the ground.

The ground that was now covered with pieces of the plane. And probably pieces of people.

I took a deep breath. It hurt. I was alive. I sat up and looked around, trying to spot one of my friends. I felt a stabbing pain in my leg as I started to stand up. I had a piece of the window's glass stuck in it. How great.

I then grabbed a piece of clothing that was on the ground next to me, pulled the glass out, and wrapped my aching leg with the clothing. I stood up, leaning on a stick I found, and started looking for people.

"Mer! Cristina! April! Jackson!" I tried over and over again. I scanned the area. I saw my side of the plane shattered in pieces spreaded out in front of me. They were probably at the other side of the forest, I thought.

I started looking for them. I was looking for a few minutes when I reached a small river that was by the trees. I looked up from the river and my heart calmed. Two of them are fine. Two more to go.

April and Cristina looked medically fine, but I could see they were more scared than they ever were.

"Alex!!! Oh my god!!" April waved her hand at me as they walked closer to the river. I crossed it and walked towards them. I don't think I was ever more glad to see these girls.

I hugged them.

When I think about it, they both hugged me back.

"Have you found anyone else?" Cristina asked as she sat April down on a big stone.

"No" I mumbled. We have to find the rest.

She looked at me sadly. I have never seen Cristina so defeated in my whole life. She allowed herself to be a human.

Well, at least something good came out of this.

We kept looking and then I noticed Cristina's hand. It was hanging from her shoulder. I started at it. "Cristina..." I whispered as I looked at her hand. "Pop it back. Please" she whispered back.

I pooped it back in.

To say that she screamed was an understatement.