SURVIVORS
Chapters 3. First Day (revision)
Dean Whittman is conscious of fainting with pain in his head. A warm stream that flows near the ear. His hands were immediately covered in blood!
"What hurt my head? It hurts so bad. What earthquake?" mumbled wailing.
But Dean soon remembered that he had been on a plane bound for Singapore. He had just finished dinner and tried to rest as the plane shook violently.
Dean realized he was still in the plane seat. Then release the seatbelt and look around. Passengers in his class are still in their seats. Whether he's alive or not, Dean doesn't know. No one moved there but himself and the door curtain.
The executive class separation wall and pantry still exist despite almost collapsing. Dean walked cautiously towards the door while holding on to the backrest of another passenger's seat. His head was very painful and his body felt crumpled. Whether the plane could make an emergency landing or crash, Dean doesn't know.
Dean stepped very carefully. He doesn't know the situation outside. Do not let the plane on the edge of the abyss, which if he slightly missteps and calculations, can make the entire plane slide down. Dean's heart was beating even faster as if he could hear him in this silent atmosphere.
Dean almost reached the door curtain. The plane swayed slightly as he stepped. Dean saw a slight dent on the floor of the plane. It made him more careful. With great difficulty and while clinging tightly to the edge of the wall, he flicked the curtain and stuck his head outwards. He was startled and stared, then his expression turned flat again.
The view in front of him is incredible. On the right side only left half-collapsed pantry shelves attached to the executive room. Other parts have vanished, including the executive toilet that became the usual class divider. Everything scattered around him, very chaotic.
In front of him more left seemed a very terrible sight. About 6 meters from it looks like a gaping fuselage fault with an inverted position. The passenger seat is now on top. The passengers were still stuck in seatbelt on the seats, hanging upside down. Things are scattered at the bottom. Fallen and broken trees and bloodstains scattered everywhere lay on the surface of pure white snow.
Dean walked back to his chair. He wore a long Coat stuck in the arm of the chair and picked up his work bag that had fallen on the floor, put a long rope and crossed it on his body. Dean then approached the male passenger sitting next to him in the middle row. Dean put a finger under the man's nose, there was still air vapour coming out of his nose. Dean tried to wake the young man up.
"Hey, did you hear me? Getup! The plane is down!" Dean patted her cheek. The man complained softly grimacing in pain then opened his eyes. Instantly he screamed.
"Luck!"
"Shut up!" Snapped Dean cold.
'Do I look scary?' Dean thought astonished.
"No need to make a scene. Help me check and resuscitate the other passengers."
Dean's instructions are obviously not to be disputed. The young man nodded and looked around. He got up staggered towards the female passenger next to him. Pat her cheek and call her gently.
"Lena, Lena, get up.... Our plane crashed.... Wake up...." Many times he patted and called. The girl was not conscious either.
The man looks sad. Then he tried to wake up the other passengers in a similar way.
"I went out for a while looking for hp signals," Dean told the man and replied with a nod.
Dean walked out, pulled out his phone and turned it on. But no signal, no operator service. Tried many times to not succeed.
He saw his watch. It's 9 o'clock in 10 minutes. He looked up, the sky turning blue. It was still early morning and the sun was shining warmly.
But Dean knew he had to move quickly to check things out. And all the survivors had to prepare before the sky went dark.
Dean returned to the executive room to tell the young man. He saw a woman also already conscious from her stupor.
"Hey, we should move quickly to prepare a shelter before it gets dark. In the snowy forest there are a lot of wild animals" Dean said.
"What snowy forest?" the young man and woman replied in unison filled with astonishment.
The man and woman were surprised to see him and immediately panicked. They begin to wake the others more seriously and clap the cheeks harder.
"I'll check the others" Dean said.
Then walk out toward the fuselage fault not far from there. He had to find a cloth or anything that could be used to wrap his head.
In the fuselage section, Dean tried to check the breath of the passengers hanging. No air came out. He tried to pat her on the cheek several times but there was no response. Dean checked the other passengers. After the 5th time, someone finally realized. Good, Dean said in his heart.
"I'm helping you down" Dean said, holding the man's shoulder.
"Oh...!"
The middle-aged man grimaced as he fell from the bonds of his chair.
Although Dean had held his head back so as not to hit the bottom of the plane, his body still hurt when he crashed down.
"Thank you for helping me" he said with great difficulty.
He was unharmed, just feeling pain all over his body. Maybe the effect of the plane's thump and roll when it crashed.
"I'm a doctor, let me help you bandage that wound in your head" the doctor offered his help sincerely.
Then he looked around and found the backpack lying in the front direction. The middle-aged man opened the backpack and checked its contents.
'Fright!' thought.
It's a lady's backpack, and ordinary women carry extra shawls to withstand the cold air. So he showed Dean his findings.
"The shawl is still fragrant in clothes, so I think it is quite clean or maybe not used by the owner. Let me wrap a wound in your head," he said forcefully. Dean let. The wound must be covered.
"I'm doctor Chandra. What's yourname?" Ask the doctor while dressing the wound.
"It should have been stitched, but I didn't bring any equipment. Hopefully the rescue team will arrive soon and you can be treated properly" he said.
"Will his injuries endanger his life?" ask Dean to make sure.
"As far as it appears on the outside, it's just a thin torn wound, so it shouldn't be dangerous. Unless there is an infection or bleeding in the head. But we don't have any support equipment to check the inside, do we? Praying does not endanger lives. Too many lives have been lost here." Doctor Chandra said he was concerned.
"Alright, thank you for checking and bandaging my wounds. I'm Dean Whittman. It's nice to find a doctor in a situation like this. Can you help me check on the passengers? I'll check the other part."
Dean's words sounded ordinary. But in the view of Dr Chandra, it is the attitude of people who are able to think clearly in various situations and are accustomed to leading. Even head injuries due to a falling plane are not things that can disturb his calm. He easily arranged the important things first. Doctor Chandra was amazed and quickly nodded his head.
"Well, I'll check on the passengers here and anything else that needs to."
Doctor Chandra answered quickly. Immediately check and wake the other passengers. Time is precious at critical times. It could mean saving one life.
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