The situation didn't look promising. No one else on the island had any sort of medical training, besides Jack, and the other man seemed to distraught to do much of anything. He wasn't the only one who had lost someone, and Marcus was still thinking about Laura, and how she must have suffered before her untimely death. There was an ache in the Marine's chest that would never go away, and later, he would find time to grieve. For now, there were survivors to take care of, and Marcus was more than likely the only one who could keep them alive until help came for them. It was still early enough, and the plan had to have sent out some kind of distress signal, and at the very least, someone must have noticed that it had dropped off the radar, that it had never made it to its scheduled destination. 

Although, Marcus had a worrying thought in the back of his mind, something that said they were truly on their own. It wasn't often that planes fell out of the sky, and they were more safe than cars, but equipment malfunctioned all the time, and there was no guarantee that anyone was coming for them. It was best to try and find some good in the situation, to focus on the small things; minimal injuries in spite of the violent crash and explosion, the abundance of stray luggage on the beach and the fair, comfortable weather. They could have crashed anywhere else, even in the ocean, but the fact that they were on a beautiful beach should have lightened spirits a little.

“She does,” Marcus nodded, looking to the woman had finally sat down. Her hip was jutting out from her side, and that injury was probably the most serious next to Shay's open leg wound. “You might want to find something to bite down on,” he added, breaking the news that this was going to hurt. Most of the time, people were sedated for procedures like this, and a hip was much more difficult to pop back into the socket in the field as opposed to a shoulder, which Marcus had dealt with many times. Maya looked frightened, probably worried that she couldn't handle the pain but it would have to be done. He wasn't the best at comforting people, but he offered her a reassuring smile.

There was no part of Matt that wanted to be around for a hip being put back into place. He was squeamish about things like that, and didn't even like the sight of blood, let alone the sound of bone moving against bone. “Good luck with that,” he said, not meaning to be so callous. He stood and looked to Shay, motioning for her to come with him. “We'll bring back some firewood when you're done with...” he swallowed, “that.” Even though it was the middle of the afternoon, they would have to eat at some point, and then night would be falling upon them, and staying warm was a priority. The blond man didn't think they would be rescued that quickly, and letting go of that hope now was better than being anxious about listening for helicopters.

“Animals, by the way,” Matt finally answered Shay, “I work for National Geographic.” The job brought him to many beautiful places, and Matt had gotten the privilege of seeing and experiencing amazing things, but he never thought that he would be involved in a plane crash because of it. All he had wanted to do was take pictures of the parrots, go home and get paid. “What do you study?” He picked up a few sticks at the edge of the dense jungle, not wanting to step inside yet. He knew how easily people could go missing, and after surviving the afternoon's ordeal, Matt would rather not jinx himself. 

As Matt and Shay walked away, Maya was left with Marcus, Jack and Ben. The adrenaline from earlier was starting to wear off, and the pain was beginning to return to her side, shooting down her leg and all the way into her toes. Maya had never even broken a bone, and she wasn't used to this type of injury. Although, Marcus seemed confident and Maya trusted that she was in capable hands. She did her best not to worry, and looked from one man to the other, hoping that one of them would find her something to bite down on so that she didn't have to go without. “Is it really going to be that bad?” she asked, perhaps coming off as a little naive, maybe even dumb.

“It's not going to be easy on you,” Marcus replied. There was no sense in lying to her. He turned to Ben and Jack, hoping that they would be more inclined to help than Matt was. “If one of you can hold her still, I'll get her hip back in place.”

Biting her lip in worry, Maya looked from Jack to Ben. She didn't want to go through this and it was often that she took the easy way out. After all, she had dosed herself for the flight, not wanting to be scared and now she didn't have the same combination to take the edge of off this suddenly jungle triage.