Yvette nodded, memorizing the two men’s’ names and chewing her lip continuously while Mike asked her to hold her breath while they lifted her. [b]”Okay,”[/b] she said softly, fear still flickering in her eyes as she chose to focus her gaze on the two helping her rather than the dead among them. She waited until arms cradled her before taking the deep breath. When lifted, a spike of pain shot from her hip, making her let out a small whimper, but she stopped it as soon as it had left her lips, keeping quiet the rest of the journey to the beach. She felt herself lowered onto a blanket, thankful to lay in the shade and close her eyes for a moment to stop the dizziness permeating through her head. She rolled her slightly injured shoulder and grimaced again before lowering her right leg, leaving her left leg slightly bent as she didn’t want to stretch that side of her body out, thanks to the metal injury.

She opened her eyes after the brief moment to not feel sick, and watched Mike go to help with other things, leaving her with Jon and others nearby laying on blankets, injured. She had meant to say thank you again, but well, she supposed there was much to do. She wished she was in tip top shape so she could help. Possibly dig through luggage and find supplies, scout for water, reassure the injured and just talk to them so they felt okay. But for now she supposed she was stuck. Her eyes flitted to Jon’s and she looked at him with an unsure gaze. [b]”Will I have to have stitches?”[/b] she asked. She was scared of them, never having had an injury great enough to need them, never having even broken a bone.