[center][sub][h1][color=#ef2031]Angelino Fabbro[/color][/h1][/sub]
[hr]Interacting With {} No One Specific
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He was floating.Lighter than air. Non existing. His conscious wrapped in a comfortable haze. Nearly as if he was sinking into a dream. Unaware of anything it felt just a bit darker. A pang of something flashed over him, jogging his mind to slow down. Or start up. He couldnt tell. He wanted to wake up, but instead of the thunder he would usually hear there was a hum. His eyes blinked. 

In that moment all of his world shrunk to one point. The damaged looking metal over his head. His awareness snapped like hit by a whip and pain flooded him. He felt sick and barely hold himself from throwing up. He whimpered. Memories jumped in a nearly urgent fashion, replaying the last few minutes before ... before the crash. Turbulences, screams, being shaken and thrown around like a lose toy in a box. The only thing keeping him in the seat the belt. In a reflexive motion Angelino pulled a deep breath. A little voice in his head remarked that was a good sign that he could do that. If his lungs were pierced that probably wouldnt be possible. He hold it and released. He repeated it, there was a lot of pain. He did it a third time and felt his body relax. The stiff muscles shivering, the feeling taking away most of the edge of panic that he felt. 

He could keep himself relatively calm now. He reopened his eyes once more. And moved his hands to the head. There was something dripping in his left eye. Touching the substance he saw it being blood.  That explained the headache, he must have hit his head during the fall. He slowly and controlled released a breath. Then was it when he moved his head very carefully. His back must have been bruised but beside slightly spinning and minus the global pain, he felt good. 
[i]Good, yeah. Totally my lucky day. [/i] He turned his head to the old woman who sat beside the window and froze. The asian lady with grey hair, didnt move. Yet her eyes were wide open, staring at empty. She looked nearly serene. Angelinos stomach flipped and in a swift motion that his head didnt approve he turned over the other side and thrown up the airplane food. It was the first time he saw a dead body. He was shaking, his heart racing. Closing his eyes to not look at the blood and other possible dead bodies. He forced his mind into himself. Panicking is bad, deep breaths slow heart beats. 
[i]Press something on your head, for that bleeding.[/i] Angelino followed that instruction and pulled the napkin from lunch that stayed with him. Pressing it against the place where his head hurt the most. His ears picked on some crying and movement. Words.
"Hey?" He tried to alert that yes he was alive as well. ANd having no idea what to say after that. Any question seemed extremely improparated.