The plane shook again for what seemed like the hundredth time and Blake was not having a good time, in fact he was having the opposite of a good time. Ever since he was a kid, Blake had been afraid of heights. He never had a real reason, no fall from a great height, no traumatizing hang for dear life, no plane crashes, Blake just didn't like heights. His fear was so great that he risked being late for his match in Australia because no isle seats were available. Thankfully a last minute opening came up as a guy had to cancel his flight. After he jumped through the hoops at security, Blake took out several of those mini bottles of alcohol and drowned them in quick succession, getting weird looks from others. 

[i]"Screw them."[/i] He thought to himself, Blake was never one to judge people and it pissed him off when people did. With a final shot of kidney courage, Blake made his way to his terminal. After getting to his plane and his seat, Blake set his carry on up and sat in his seat. His neighbors for this journey were a recently married couple heading to Australia for their honeymoon. Terry and Kathrine. They were a nice couple, high school sweethearts and such. Either way, Blake made heavy use of the in flight drinks and he was definitely feeling it now. Feeling himself grow drowsy, Blake passed out and it was fairly uninterrupted except for some screaming he was sure was from his dreams. 

When Blake awoke, everything hurt... everything hurt and he was wet. Blinking away his sleepiness, Blake was surprised to find himself face down in sand. Struggling to stand, he was denied as a wave crashed with his back and threw him on the ground again. He tried this several more times, getting the same result every time. Finally he managed to just drag himself to the shore as another woman did the same. This didn't make any sense, how did this happen? Struggling to stand, Blake brought his hand to his head and found it bleeding. No bother, it just stung. What bothered him was the pieces of glass lodged in his leg and the unnatural angle his thumb had set itself in. Bracing himself for what was to come, Blake grabbed his thumb and pushed it back into place. The pain was immense but it wasn't the first time he had done it and it was bearable. 

Limping over to the lady who had came up to shore roughly the same time he did, Blake Bent down more to her level to get a good look at her. She was coughing which was a good sign, that meant that she was breathing. Giving her a gentle shake of the shoulder, Blake said "Hey, can you hear me? Are you ok? Do you need help standing?" He was genuinely worried for her safety, same as everyone else as he saw the wreckage of the plane. However he couldn't go two far with this glass in his leg, while awaiting any reaction from the lady he did what he could. With a fast tug the glass came free and with little more than a grunt of pain, Blake tore his shirt and quickly wrapped the wound in a makeshift bandage. 

Falling on his ass, Blake said "Ain't this fucked." and let his headache subside as he waited on the lady next to him.