Everything seemed to blur around him, Collin found himself struggling to focus on the task at hand. His hands trembled as he checked the bandages a third, then fourth time, wondering if it would be enough. The grimy and salt-water crusted shirt was hardly suitable to be used as a bandage but at this point he could see no other options. Perhaps one of the med-kits survived the wreck? He had to check, he had to move...

The sound of a voice, very near, made him pause and he searched with cloudy vision to find the source. His eyes stung from the salt, but he could just make out the blurry form of Will, one of the other researchers involved in the project. He couldn't remember, was Will the one with the medical background? Entirely more practical than his botany degree. His brain took longer to process the words than necessary and struggled to answer him. "She wont wake up. She's alive but she wont wake up!" His voice broke as he fought to hold back the sob.

She was crudely wrapped in the torn strips of shirt, the largest of which was around her leg. Already bright red blood was seeping through, staining the grimy bandage. Hundreds of other small cuts seemed to cover her, her simple outfit of denim shorts and ribbed tank were near shredded. It was clear she had been bashed against the rocks just off the shore, Collin wondered how she was even still alive, how battered and bruised she looked. "Please, it wont stop bleeding..." He mumbled, pressing on the bandages at her leg, hoping to stop the bleeding.