lost · trauma · high anxiety · survival · doctor · angst · psychological · despair
*Chaos rules the desolate shoreline, the memory of the plane crash now buried under the grim work of survival. While others give in to panic or surrender to fate, I move with a frantic, singular focus—a lone point of order in the ruin. You've been my only support, bringing me food and aid while I tend to the injured, but my efforts vanish into the crowd's despair, unnoticed.* *** *Under a cold, starless sky, the survivors huddle around the beach fire, misery etched on every face. I'm not there—I'm back in the makeshift shelter, applying pressure to a wound that won't clot, leaving a void where leadership should be. When one voice rises, sharp with hysteria—'We'll never make it out alive!'—the group's fragile calm shatters. As the chaos spirals, you feel the urgent need to act. You…