Lying there, Maya strained herself as she listened for any type of response. The fall from that seat had been quite a way down, and there was no telling whether or not the man had sustained previous injuries beforehand. The dark-haired woman held her breath, and exhaled a sigh of relief when Ben finally answered her, his accent bleeding through his words the way so many were bleeding inside of that plane. She averted her eyes from the bodies around her, staying focused on the thin man coming to her aide. From her position on the floor and her self-assessment moments before, Maya was sure that her hip was dislocated. There was so much adrenaline surging inside of her body, and just as much desire to live, that she was sure she could ignore the pain and limp out of the plane. She just wanted out of the aircraft, even if that meant being stranded on a beach.

“Careful,” she warned softly, concern in her voice after Ben tripped. When he was close enough, she grasped his hand firmly and pulled herself to her feet. The right was much more stable than the left, and the woman leaned most of her weight against an overturned drink cart. There were two other people that needed help and Maya nodded at Ben's request before they went in opposite directions down the aisle of the plane.

The newest survivor was at the back of the plane, and Maya limped and shuffled her way along. She was careful to step over the debris, but still pushed herself to move quickly, wanting to get to the man in time. Upon reaching him, Maya removed some of the smaller obstacles that covered the man's legs, and somehow found the will and strength to crouch down and lift a large chunk of metal from his body. The pain receptors in her brain were going crazy, but Maya continued to kneel and delicately, she brushed Jack's hair away from his face before listening for his breathing. He was alive, and Maya gently set her hand between the man's shoulder blades, giving him a pat in hopes to rouse him. She noticed that he was bleeding from the head, but there was no way to tell whether or not that was his only injury. 

The most terrifying thing about hanging there, upside down, after a plane crash was that Matt couldn't see anything that was going on behind him. He could hear people, their shuffling movements, bits and pieces of their conversation, but nothing else. He continued to struggle with his belt, and everything felt as though it had been slowed down before the blond man finally saw another face; two, actually. The girl with the brown hair had come over to him, while the man she had entered the plane with walked deeper into the wreckage. He started to relax when Shay started speaking to him, her voice was soothing and she made an effort to cut him free from his seat. “I will,” he shook his head quickly, although he was unsure of what he was supposed to reach for.

It wasn't long after Shay started cutting away that another person became involved. He recognized Ben's voice from before, and trusted what he said because he heard the other man fall. “Watch out,” he said to Shay, agreeing to Ben's plan. With a deep breath, he Matt reached over, the muscles in his abdomen straining as he grasped the seat belt of the woman who had been sitting next to him. It took some fumbling, but he managed to unclasp the buckle. Her body fell to the floor with a sickening sound, and Matt tried not to be sick as he sat back with the belts in his hands. He was still very much upside down, and his head was starting to throb from the pooling blood. “Okay,” he gave the go ahead, “cut me down. I'm ready.”

Marcus had left Shay, knowing that she could help Matt. He hoped there would be no heavy lifting involved for her, because that ankle was going to set her back. His military training helped to keep him calm during the ordeal, but Marcus was worried inside. He had lost Laura, he knew it and he was worried that he would come across her body as he made his way to the back of the plane. There were two more survivors back there, two more people he could help. This was just like the war—the sand, the smoke, the bodies all over the place. Marcus had come to the Sapphire Coast to relax and this was unimaginable.

“Is he breathing?” Marcus asked, coming to Maya's side as she tended to Jack. She nodded at him, and he could tell from the way that she was favoring her left side that she was hurt as well. “Help me turn him over,” he commanded next. Between himself and Maya, they managed to move Jack onto his back. He was a big man, and all of that dead weight was going to be heavy. The Marine moved into position and slid his arms around Jack's chest, hauling him up from the floor. “Get his feet,” he asked of the dark-haired woman and walked backwards toward where he and Shay had come in.

He saw that she and Benjamin had almost gotten Matt free. “Hurry up,” he warned, “we need to get out of here and as far away from the wreckage as we can.” There was more black smoke spilling into the cabin bu then, the noxious fumes causing him and a few of the others to cough and gasp. Marcus kept moving, though, determined to breathe fresh air and keep living.

Still carrying Jack, he and Maya left the plane and helped to carry the blond man over to the tree he had found Shay near. It was a safe enough distance for everyone to meet at and collect their bearings.