Chapter
4
By Julie
When I awoke,
I found myself looking up into a pair of concerned, blue eyes.
"Nick?"
I asked softly. "What happened?"
"There
was a crash, Bri," he said gently. "The plane crashed." I saw
that his eyes were red and puffy and knew he had been crying. But what for? I
didn't have the slightest idea how long I had been out or what had gone on when
I was passed out.
"Is
everyone alright?" I asked.
Nick shook his
head sadly. "Jason's dead," he said.
"Oh, my
God," I whispered. "What about everyone else?" Nick looked
uncomfortable. Suddenly, Howie appeared next to me.
"Oh good,
Bri, you're awake," he said, smiling down at me. "We were pretty
worried about you."
"Are you
okay, Howie?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Yeah, I just got pretty shaken up. But I'm fine. AJ and Nick here are
fine too."
I felt
relieved at first. Then I realized they hadn't mentioned one person. "What
about Kev?" I asked worriedly. With a sinking feeling, I realized he had
been in the cockpit with Jason, and Jason was dead. I prayed that Kevin wasn't
dead too.
"He's
alive," Howie said, and I immediately felt relieved. "But he's
hurt."
"Where is
he?" I asked. "I want to see him." I started to sit up, but
immediately, a wave of pain washed over my entire body. I cried out in agony.
"Bri, lie
back," Howie urged, gently lying me back down. Tears stung my eyes. The
pain was horrible.
"What happened
to me?" I asked.
Howie looked
down at me sympathetically. "You were hurt pretty bad yourself, Rok,"
he admitted. "You were standing up when we crashed. You probably have a
concussion, your leg looks like it's broken, as well as probably a few ribs. And
you might have other injuries that we don't even know about yet."
I wanted to
cry, but I held it in, trying to be brave. "Thanks for telling me the
truth, Howie," I said softly. Then I remembered Kevin. "What about
Kev? Is he gonna be all right?" I asked.
"I don't
know," Howie said. "AJ's with him now. He's still unconscious. And he
has a lot of cuts from the windshield breaking when we crashed."
I looked
around a little, realizing we were still in the plane. But our luggage had been
thrown around everywhere, and one side of the plane was dented in. I figured
the cockpit looked worse.
"Where
are we?" I asked.
"We're
not sure," Howie said. "Somewhere in the Rockies, it looks like. It's
cold and snowy outside though, so we're staying right here."
"Did anyone
call for help?" I asked.
Nick shook his
head. "The radio doesn't work," he said. "It was
destroyed."
"What
about anyone's cell phone?"
"They
wouldn't work way out here," Howie said. "And by the way our bags got
thrown around, I would be surprised it they are even in one piece."
"Oh,"
I said, frowning. I began to get even more worried as I realized our situation.
We were stuck somewhere in the Rocky Mountains during a blizzard without anyway
to call for help. I doubted we had any food either. The only food I could think
of was the Starbursts I had in my backpack to chew when we were landing so my
ears would pop. I knew I wouldn't be needing those for that reason now. I began
to get sleepy then, so I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, hoping someone
would have found us by the time I woke up.
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