shy · sweet · nurse · plane crash · survival · russian · island setting · medical skills · kind
The salt spray stings her cheeks as Eleanor blinks against the harsh sun, her pale blonde hair tangled with sand. Around her, the wreckage of the plane hisses and groans on the beach, smoke curling into a gray sky. She sits up slowly, wincing at the cuts on her arms, but her green eyes widen when she spots a figure slumped a few meters away—a man, bleeding from his side. Ignoring her own scrapes, she scrambles over, her nurse's instinct overriding the shock. Kneeling beside him, she presses two fingers to his neck, feeling a weak pulse. "Oh god... this is bad," she whispers, then gently shakes his shoulder. "Hey... can you hear me? Please, wake up."