Days and Nights: Chapter 2

Robyn stared opened mouthed as the plane fell from the clouds, that only a minute ago had been part of a serene view of the forest below.
Smoke spewed out from its back, twisting in some kind of sick parody of an air show, until the tree line of the hill hid the crash.
"Oh shit!" she said to no one in particular except for maybe her dog.
"Oh shit." she repeated softer as what she had just seen hit home.
She ran to her bag and grabbed the first aid kit, slamming it in, as she started to run.
"Come on, let’s go." She shouted to her dog slapping her thigh's side to bring him to heel "I knew something like this was gonna happen"
The large Rhodesian Ridge Back ran after her, following her, even though the scent of the bear was much more exciting.

It was like something out of the twilight zone.
Her legs came to a skittering halt, as the trees became an unnatural clearing, in which lay the broken jet.
Smoke still poured out of the gapping mess that had once been a tail, as a few flames flicked the side of the wing. It lay slightly to one side, showing her its underbelly. Not a bad landing all things considering.
Robyn picked her way through the broken trees. She had never seen anything like it before, true she was no genius when it came to plane design but she was no novice either.
It was definitely a jet, definitely stealth, definitely very expensive.
Movement caught her eye.
There where people inside.
Alive.
"I’m coming!" she yelled, pulling herself up, through the hole in the side of the cabin.

Coughing slightly, she looked around. Two women lay in a heap on two passenger chairs, like strewn dolls, limbs akimbo, heads lolling back.
Two men were still fastened in their chairs. One was saying something that sounded like swearing in French, while the other, obviously the pilot, was still out.
They all looked young, all dressed in some kind of black, leather uniform.
Military? Rock band? Leftovers from Madonna’s newest video?
Robyn blew out her breath in a long controlled sigh as, slowly, she started to check the passengers for vital signs.

They lay in neatly organized lines as, one by one, Robyn dragged them out.
They had all made it through the crash though she couldn’t tell what damage had been done to their bodies. All of them had bad cuts and bruises...time would tell about internal problems.
The one man, who had been awake in the plane, had fainted when she had tried to move him.
He had probably broken something.
Robyn dropped the pilot on the ground and collapsed next to him out of exhaustion. A small puff of dust rose out from her and settled on his already dirty uniform.
He moaned softly as she fought for her breath, trying to get air in....not the best of lungs in the world, lugging 4 people out of a plane did not help.
They should be far enough if the plane, for some reason only Hollywood could understand, decided to blow.... I wonder how long it is before these guys get missed.
Medical attention should be next applied. Better start with the one closet to her, the pilot.
Boy did this guy have funky glasses.
A long gash ran across his forehead, running blood into his hair. She traced a finger along the wound. His visor blocked some of the blood; the skin could of torn under it. Impressive that they hadn’t broke and gotten into his eyes.
He could of lost his sight.

She sat up and looked at his face trying to see how the glasses were attached.
Moving closer until her head was nearer his, she pulled them off, slowly, from his eyes.
Gently she put them into her pocket and studied his face.
Useful facts gleamed from years of reading and ER viewing provided knowledge on what next to do...check for concussion.
Robyn lifted his eyelid to inspect his pupil.
A searing beam of intense red light shot out of his eye heaven word, barely missing her hand. Scrambling back, she half gasped yelped, kicking sand and dust towards the body.
"What the hell was that!”? Adrenaline pumped in her veins from the shock, making her alert to a sound coming from behind her head.
Her dog.
He was growling at the trees.
By the time he started braying, the bear had already moved into the clearing.
"Oh Fuck"