A noise to the side startled him. He turned his head and saw a golden Labrador padding along, looking rather relaxed all in all. Jack considered that a golden Labrador was slightly out of place in the jungle but the thought was fleeting as the dog ran around him and carried along it's way.
Jack sucked up his strength and climbed to his feet, looking at his surroundings.
Yep, definitely a jungle.
He reached into his pocket and found a miniature bottle of vodka. The kind of bottles that you get on a... Oh God.
Jack started making his way through the jungle, finding himself breaking into a run a few paces in. After what felt like an eternity he found himself on a beach. An empty, secluded beach. Which didn't seem right. He took a few steps forward, moving away from the tree line, and then he saw it. And he switched instantly into doctor mode.
But there was so much noise that he couldn't focus. The scene was of complete devastation, bodies and wreckage as far as he could see. Triage, he told himself. The situation needs assessing. His attention was immediately grabbed by a man stuck under a rather large piece of wreckage. Once he sorted that out he heard more cries for help and noticed an extremely pregnant girl crying out and grasping her stomach. He was just gauging her condition when he was distracted by some other people nearby.
The woman he was sat next to on the plane. The woman he promised to stay with until her husband returned from the bathroom. She was unconscious and currently receiving some rather bad CPR from a man who, well, looked like some kind of male model. He was dressed nicely and he certainly had the looks for it, great bone structure and his eyes...
Jack shook his head a little to clear his rather rambling thoughts and sought out help for the pregnant girl. Once she was on her way to safety he headed over to stop the model-looking-guy from doing too much damage to the woman he made a promise to.
"Stop," he instructed. "Her head's not tilted far back enough. You're blowing air into her stomach."
The guy looked at him. "You sure?"
Jack ignored him and started doing correct CPR on the woman, hoping there wasn't too much time wasted by people trying to help.
"That's exactly what I was doing," the guy insisted, watching Jack carefully. Jack kind of wished he'd leave so he could concentrate but he reasoned it was probably better that he stay here so he didn't try and help anyone else. "I'm a lifeguard. I'm licensed," the guy continued.
Oh great, Jack thought, a wannabe hero without the conviction to actually bother seeing something through and learning how to do something properly. There was nothing more dangerous than someone who cared more about glory than the simple act of helping others.
"Yeah, well, you need to seriously consider giving that license back," Jack told him offhandedly, trying not to look at him so he didn't get distracted in a powerful eye-contact. He concentrated on trying to save the woman.
"Maybe we should do one of those hole things," the guy suggested. "You know, stick the pen in the throat."
Okay, where did this guy train to be a lifeguard, a film institute? But, hey, better him think he was useful and be out the way. "Yeah, good idea, you go get me a pen," Jack instructed and the guy ran off without a second thought.
Once Jack had a bit of peace he managed to bring the woman around but his relief was short lived as he saw the wing was about to collapse onto the pregnant girl he was helping earlier. Fantastic, he thought, more running. So he raced full pelt down the beach and managed to get the pregnant girl and her appointed guardian out of the way just in time.
He walked through the wreckage having another quick scan around but found that the crisis seemed to be winding down. He found himself stood staring into the fuselage, all mangled bodies and strewn luggage, and for some reason he just couldn't look away.
As he was entranced with the scene in front of him he was vaguely aware of someone coming to stand beside him. He looked to his side to see the pretty-boy-wannabe-hero-lifeguard holding out a handful of pens.
"I didn't know which one would work best," he declared.
Jack gazed at him and saw a hopeful look in his eyes. Maybe he didn't want to be a hero, maybe he really did want to help. "They're all good," he replied, taking the pens. And as he did so their hands brushed and Jack thought that he maybe almost felt something. "Thanks."
The lifeguard gave him a small nod and Jack had to step away before he got lost in those eyes again. Right now he just wanted to be alone to check out his wounds and see if he needed medical attention as much as it felt like he did. Anyway, maybe there would be time for proper introductions before rescue came.