Yvette’s blurry vision peeked through slitted eyelids as she moaned softly. Her head felt like it weighed 100lbs. She reached up to touch her head, finding blood and grimacing. She must have hit her head, or it hit something. Not to mention her shoulder was achey and her hip burned. She rubbed her eyes, trying to see more clearly. Looking at her shoulder, it appeared to have bits of glass in it, and looking next to her, it must have been from the window which was shattered. She let out a little whimper, now looking to her hip and seeing a bit of metal having gone through the seatbelt and into her skin, tying her to the belt in a way. If she unclicked the belt, it would pull out the metal, and she had always heard if you got stabbed or something to leave the weapon put cause pulling it out caused more bleeding. She felt her hands begin to shake and eyes looking panicky as she glanced up, seeing a man who was checking people. Looking for survivors? [b]”Help! Please!”[/b] she called out to him, scared and so thankful just to see another person alive.