Bermudas
Part 3
by Rondabunny
The front part of the plane:
House examined the plane when Cuddy was talking to the young woman to be sure she won't black out. Wilson and Derek searched for anything they could use to fix the seat with a huge body. It was hot outside and in the plane. The smell of blood running from passengers' eyes was so strong that those, who remained alive, though they were in a barrel with blood. House went from one passenger to another. He focused on their faces and he noticed an interesting thing.
"What time is it?" House asked Wilson who came out off the cockpit.
"Half past nine." he replied looking at his watch.
"No, It's three p.m." Derek said showing his wristwatch.
"Interesting…" House said examining the passengers' watches.
"What?" My wristwatch doesn't work." Wilson told him looking at dead pointers.
"Not just yours." House emphasized.
"What do you want to say?" Wilson looked at his friend inquisitively.
"All the watches on board show different time." He said.
"Yeah, and electronics doesn't work either." - Derek reported, – "Pilots are dead and equipment doesn't work. We're stuck here, guys, nobody knows for how long. I can't find anything to fix the chair."
"Try this." House gave him the cane.
"No. It's too long. We need something shorter but strong enough to support that weight." Derek continued.
Wilson looked through the window: "I think we could use sticks from those threes out there." He pointed outside.
Half of the plane was lying on a beach in three hundred meters from a forest.
"You have to find an ax or something to cut a branch." House commented. "Do you think they have anything like that?" He asked looking at the dead bodies around him. Wilson sighed.
"Don't know what about them, but we can use this." Derek showed them a chopper and two other carving knives.
"Where did you get that?" House was surprised to see such utensils on board.
"In stewardess' room. There is a kitchen on board." - He said, - "Let's go chop some wood." He told Wilson and they left the plane.
The tail part of the plane:
"Shit! It's so hot in here." Thirteen said and took off her jacket to remain in a T-shirt.
Air in the plane was sticky from moisture. It smelled of sweat, blood, dust, dead bodies. Five persons stood in front of the door but no one knew how to open it. The door was blocked because of lack of electricity.
"What should we do?" asked Cameron tired of a damn trip. She hated the conference and she hated flying, she hated being with her ex-husband, she hated the pain broken ribs caused her.
"We can sit here for hours and try to open it with our brain power or we have to find something heavy to break it." Sharon told sarcastically but nobody laughed.
"You can't open a sealed up metal door with just a heavy object." Chase murmured.
"Hey guys, we're on a plane, right?" Jack asked them.
"So what?" Thirteen retorted.
"If it's a plane, people who constructed it might have thought about different situations it could be in. We have to find a button or a sear to open the door. It has to open without electricity, mechanically, otherwise we have to get out through the windows." He concluded.
Everyone started to look for a button or a sear. Finally they have found a button and Chase pressed it. The door opened with a puff and they realized that it was at least two meters to jump down on the ground.
"Nice. Now we need a boarding ramp, 'cause I don't want to jump on that sharp crushed wood." Thirteen explained.
The front part of the plane:
"How are you doing, Livia?" Cuddy asked looking at the young woman's face.
"My back became numb and I can't move my right arm. My backbone, it hurts." She told the older woman trying to move and sit comfortably but she hadn't much space to do so.
Half an hour later Wilson and Derek returned with four big sticks.
"Ok," – Derek said looking at the body of a male monster. – "Wilson and I will try to move him forward, you two, have to put at least two sticks to fix back of the chair."
With much ado two strong men managed to lift the body. House and Cuddy put three sticks between the backs of two seats. Livia's chair squeaked. She sat up straight and rocked her head from one shoulder to the other to relax her spine for a while. She still couldn't take out her right arm. They lift the back of just one chair but the other one was lying on the other passenger and her arm was still stuck between it and the armrest.
"Very smart! Now she can come out only if she gets up and jumps really high to step these two sticks over or she makes a somersault back to jump over her own chair." House hissed.
"I can't take out my arm." The woman cried trying to move her arm with the help of the left hand. Her whole body ached from sitting motionless for three hours. Now she couldn't move her right arm and it scared her. The chair creaked and one stick slid down on an inch. Front seat dropped on an inch too.
"If we don't do anything right now the chair will crack and it will break her legs." Cuddy said as a matter of fact.
"You have to lift your legs up on the seat." House ordered.
"How? I can't, my arm is under this seat. I can't lift up my legs. The seat will crush down." She cried.
"You two!" – House told Wilson and Derek. – "Try to pull the body forward until she lifts up her legs on the seat and hold it as long as you can until I take out her arm."
House and Cuddy moved two dead passengers from behind. House stood on the back seat and leaned over Livia's chair to free her arm but he couldn't. Derek and Wilson pulled the dead man by his hand but he was too heavy and his hand was too slick.
"Look! I can take it out but it'll hurt." House said.
"How?" She asked him with tears in her eyes.
He pulled harshly her arm. The woman screamed. The pain was unbearable but she managed to take out her broken arm. It was bleeding because of scratched skin.
"Get on the chair and climb over the sticks. Come on!" House ordered her. She followed his advice. She helped to keep her balance with her left hand on the back of the seat. She stepped over two sticks just in time because Wilson and Derek couldn't hold the body any longer and it tumbled down on the seat crashing the sticks and Livia's chair, but Cuddy already supported the woman with her arms.
"Thank you." Livia said her whole body shaking.
"Let me have a look at you arm." Cuddy told her and started to examine her sore extremity.
She stopped the bleeding and splinted the arm, because they didn't have anything like an aid kit here. She couldn't put the arm in plaster. She made a splint from things House had brought her and she bandaged the woman's arm with a fresh T-shirt which they had found in one of the bags.
To be continued…
Frankly speaking, this was my script for a role-playing game on one of the Russian forums, but they refused playing it. So, I wondered, why not to make a real story of it. I hope you like it.