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Karen was kneeling beside Edgar in the galley, trying to check him over. The rocking of the boat was making that task very difficult. Edgar was still unconscious after the blow he had taken to his head. He had a knot the size of an egg above his right eye. She registered in her mind that Norman had run up to the wheelhouse to get her gear. She knew Sig had to be worried sick. Norman brought her gear down to the galley, Karen immediately digging through the bag.

She put a pressure bandage on Edgar's head and began checking his right arm where he was bleeding the worst. It looked like his brachial artery had been nicked. She grabbed some gauze and started applying pressure to Edgar's arm.

"How's he doing?" Norman asked, looking down at his younger brother. A completely still Edgar was very much out of the norm. Zac had his camera out and was taping the whole drama unfolding.

"Not so good, Norman. I have the bleeding stopped on his head, but I think he nicked the artery in his arm. We have to get him to the hospital as soon as we can. Plus, he most likely has a concussion. We have to get him off this boat as soon as possible," Karen replied, looking up at the middle Hansen brother.

"How's Jake?" Norman glanced over at the youngest crew member. He hadn't said much, save yes or no questions that was asked of him. He was sitting in the floor, back to the wall, pale and shaking. Matt was kneeling in front of him, trying to help the young man.

"He needs to get that shoulder looked at as well. It needs to be put back into place."

"And you?" Norman asked, giving Karen a pointed look.

She knew she was hurt, but the adrenaline was keeping the pain from overtaking her completely. She took a deep breath before she answered him.

"I'll be okay. Priority one is to get your brother and Jake off the boat and on their way to the hospital. Then we can discuss me."

Norman opened his mouth to reply, but one look from Karen made him change his mind and he closed it without saying a word. Instead, he nodded silently and ran for the wheelhouse to update Sig.

Sig was about to yell for someone to get their butt up to the wheelhouse and tell him what was going on when he heard someone running up the stairs. He looked back to see Norman coming up.

"How are they?" Sig asked, looking for a moment over at his brother.

"Edgar's not doing so hot. We need the Coast Guard out here. Karen is pretty sure that he nicked an artery in his arm and that he has a concussion. Jake's arm is dislocated and she said that it needs to get set back into place," Norman said, sitting down on the bench.

"What about Karen?"

When his brother didn't answer right away, Sig looked over at him.

"Norman, how's Karen?"

"She's definitely injured but won't tell us what's wrong. She's more concerned about Edgar and Jake than she is of herself." Norman shifted uncomfortably.

Sig sighed, looked out over the Bering Sea, then back at his brother.

"Okay, I'm going to call the Coast Guard and appraise them of the situation. I'll call you when I have more details."

"Right," Norman said, heading back to the galley.

Sig grabbed the mic for the radio and sighed again and ran a hand through his unruly blonde hair before calling the Coast Guard.

"Northwestern calling US Coast Guard Kodiak Island come in."

"Coast Guard Kodiak Island read you Northwestern. Go ahead with your transmission," came the reply.

"Coast Guard we have 3 injuries resulting from a rogue wave that slammed our vessel. First is our deck boss. He has a concussion, is still unconscious and is bleeding from a probable nick to the artery in his arm. Second is one of our deckhands. He has a dislocated shoulder with no other apparent injuries. Third is our paramedic. She is currently treating our deck boss so we do not know the extent of her injuries. Because of the conditions of the sea, we are going to set off our EPERB so you can find our location. We are currently on route to St. Paul's Island."

"10-4 Northwestern. Our ETA to your location is about an hour. Coast Guard Kodiak Island out."

"10-4 Coast Guard."

Sig sat back for a moment, jogging the Northwestern as best as he could. He just could not believe what was happening. His youngest brother and youngest crew member was injured, along with the one person who was aiding them.

The radio came to life, startling Sig. "Norman, get up here!" he yelled before the person on the other end began to speak.

"Karen, are you okay? You look a little pale," Nick asked, coming behind the young paramedic. Edgar was still on the floor of the galley, Karen still holding pressure on his arm. She had started an IV to keep Edgar from going into shock. The IV bag had been taped above him to the wall.

She looked back for a moment before turning back to Edgar. "I'll be okay. How's Jake? Is he laying down?"

"Yeah, Matt and I got him settled into his bunk, just like you asked," Nick said as he and Matt sat down at the table.

"Good, thanks," she said as Norman walked down the steps from the wheelhouse. Norman sat wearily down at the table in the galley.

"Sig's calling the Coast Guard. He'll let us know when they'll be here."

Karen didn't reply as she looked over at Norman. She noticed blood all over him. "Norman, you ok? Are you bleeding anywhere? You're covered in blood," she asked worriedly.

He shook his head as looked over at her. "How's Edgar?"

"Still not out of the woods yet. The bleeding is slowing down, but he hasn't woken up yet."

Norman didn't get a chance to respond as Sig yelled from the wheelhouse, "Norman get up here!"

Norman jumped and ran back up to the wheelhouse to see what his older brother needed. Scarcely a minute or two later, Edgar began moan, his right arm starting to move.

Karen held the pressure on Edgar's arm, trying to calm him down at the same time.

"Edgar, its me, Karen. I need you to calm down."

Edgar groaned as his eyes opened slightly. He blinked, looking blankly at Karen.

"Wha...what happened?" he asked, trying to get up.

Norman came down the steps of the wheelhouse and ran to his brother.

"Hey, Ed, man, don't move. You got hurt and Karen's just trying to help you, ok?"

Edgar looked at his brother for a moment before nodding.

"Karen, the Coast Guard is on their way. It'll be about an hour for them to get out here. Oh yeah, Sig wants to see you in the wheelhouse. I'll hold the pressure on his arm," Norman said.

Karen nodded, relinquishing her spot next to Edgar to Norman. She went up the stairs to the wheelhouse slower than normal.

When she reached the top, she looked over at Sig. He looked 10 years older. He looked back momentarily at her, then back out front.

"How's it going down there?"

Karen sat down on the bench and wearily looked at Sig. "A little better. He finally came to a couple of minutes ago. We just need to get him to the hospital now."

He bowed his head before saying, "Thank God, Coast Guard is on their way and we are heading for them. We should meet in about half an hour."

"That's good. I'd better head back down and check on your brother," Karen replied, standing up.

"Before you go, I want to know what's wrong with you," Sig said, his eyes not leaving the vast sea in front of him. "And don't you tell me 'nothing'. You're limping and pale. Now what's wrong?"

Karen sat back down, her whole body aching. Her injuries were staring to catch up with her. "I know I have at least a sprained ankle and maybe a broken rib or two. Other than that, I don't know."

"Okay, well, your going with the Coast Guard when they come. I want you checked out too," Sig said.

"Okay, look, I'd better get back down there and check on Edgar and Jake." She stood again, but before she could take a step, her world tilted crazily to one side and went gray, then black as she lost consciousness and fell to the wheelhouse floor.