Mike finished cleaning up the immediate area around the survivors and threw the bloody rags wrapped around his hands on to the pile of bodies he had made behind the plane. If worse came to worse they could drain some of the remaining jet fuel to dispose of the corpses. By this time he was so depressed and sickened to his stomach he couldn't deal with the macabre sight. Turning he began walking back towards the small survivor's area. It was made just as the beach sand gave way to trees of island. The trees were close enough together to offer some shade. As he reached the shade Jon called out to him "Hey, uh, Mike! I'm a medical student- haven't done much though." 

Walking up to Jon and Yvette he replied, "You may be the closest thing to a Doc we have out here, but looking at the carnage there won't be many of us to take care of. I had some mass casualty training, and basic first aid, I know how to splint, stitch and CPR, but if you need a set of hands I don't get queasy or sick easy. I guess the first thing we should do is find a first aid kit."