The young nurse wanted to get her mind straight before going with her new friend who now had been looking at the wreckage before them. How could this happen? And what happened? Evidently the plane they were on crashed, but Ana couldn't remember any warning of it…not that there usually is on in these type of disasters.
She breathed out and smelt the air expecting to smell a pleasant ocean aroma; but was shocked to have the stench of burning flesh invade her nose. "Oh!" she said gagging. Her mind began to race…people were dead…they were alone…No! She stopped for a moment. "Luis!" She forgot about her husband! What a great wife she was being. Now she had to go with Michael.
"Hey Ana!" Michael yelled out to her in clasped hands. Ana raised her head to spot where his call came from. It was then she found him by a young woman curled up in the fetal position, which is a common position to take during intense emotional trauma, or even in death a person can be known to take this position. Ana wouldn't mind taking the same pose herself. That way she didn't have to deal with what was going on around her. "Hurry shes shaken Ana!" The male told her.
The girl was a cute red head, and no older then 19 years of age. There was another person next to her, a blonde like Ana but this woman's hair was curlier and was a high glamour look. "My head" she said in a low voice. She slowly got up then laid back down after feeling a pain from her temple. "Ow! It hurts like hell."
"Just stay down… you may have had a concussion." Ana told her leaving the red haired girl to look over the next patient "Great" curly blonde thought out loud. "How do you feel?" Ana questioned her. "Like shit" the blonde told her. "Any other pains?" Ana asked again. "I feel dizzy." It was while giving the woman the once over Ana saw she had a nametag that read "Monica-US Air" so curly blonde was a flight attended! "Just stay here and I will be back" Ana told her leaving to go look for whoever else survived the crash. "Not fighting you there" Monica said aloud.
"Who's Luis?" Michael asked. Taken back Ana gave him an odd look.It was on his mind ever since she first called him that name. "I mean if you don't mind me asking," he added. "He's my husband" she told him thinking about him again. "Oh…" Michael said. "Shouldn't you be looking for him?" He asked. "Yeah" she said. Could she really do it? Could she walk away from these people she knew needed her medical knowledge, and look for her husband that could be fine, looking for now…or dead…that last thought caught her off guard. Could Luis be dead? "I understand if you wanted to look…I can search for survivors…you shouldn't see this stuff anyway" he stated dryly. "I'm used to it" Ana told him truthfully, it was the nature of her job to see the bloody, beat, bruised, or dead all day long. After awhile it becomes part of you. "But I'm not leaving" she said homing into his eyes. "Thank you" he told her. "Now what does your husband look like?" he asked, crossing his arms. "Well hes cute…" she stopped over how stupid that sounded. "Well… kind of short…dark hair…he had a black dress shirt on today" She thought that was right. Was it Black, or did he wear that tropical, orange and green shirt she hated so much? Ah well it didn't matter. "Okay now I have enough info," Michael told her. "I'll let you know if I see him." He smiled brightly. What a nice smile Michael had, Ana thought. "Thanks" she told him giving back a less equal smile, but it was all she could manage know.
Going against Anas advice Monica sat up. She couldn't help it. Ever since the Doctor chick left she was staring into the wet eyes of the girl close to her. They sat there in silence until now, just looking into each other's eyes. And it wasn't easy. The girl was crying her eyes out. So Monica crawled along the sand until she got close enough to her to talk. "What's up? Are you okay?" she asked. "What's your name?" The girl made a few sniffs then answered a short "Nicole…."
Well maybe it was dumb question to ask if she was okay, but what else was she going to ask her? Monica wasn't good with small talk. She knew three things, and talking about those things was easy. They were as follows: Number one, how to please a guy…really please him. Number two how to get a date with a rich older guy, and not be seen by anyone. And the third that she was going to be hell of a studious! "You were with your dad right?" Monica asked remembering the two sitting together earlier. "The tall guy?" Again the girl said a quick "Yes" and started to sniffle. "Well don't worry, he will be fine" Monica knew that couldn't be true but it helped to ease the pain a bit. "I…had a dog on the plane" Nicole told her.
Monica was shocked to hear the girl speak. "You did?" she asked. "His name is Chips" Nicole told her. "What's this about a dog?" Ana asked coming up to them. She saw Monica moved to be closer to the girl. "I see your doing okay" Ana said. Monica laughed and pushed on her arms behind her back to keep her up. "That's so not true its not funny" she let Ana know. "Lay back down…really" Ana told her seriously. "Its best" Monica lifted her shoulders up and shrugged. "Okay you're the doctor chick, Dr. Quinn much?" she said closing her eyes. Ana didn't laugh at the witty joke. "Actually, I'm a nurse."
Not a moment later her named was being called from Michael again. "Ana!" he said running to meet her. "What is it Michael?" she asked; only guessing it was more wounded survivors. "You shouldn't run with that leg," she told him seeing the pain on his face as he came closer. But that wasn't import to him now. "Ana I found your husband, I found Luis!" he told her. Below Monica opened her eyes and looked up at the pair, and then to Nicole.
"What? You did!" Ana almost squealed with delight. "Take me to him!"