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[sub][b][color=palevioletred]LOCATION:[/color][/b] [i][color=mistyrose]Beach[/color][/i]
[b][color=palevioletred]INTERACTIONS:[/color][/b] [i][color=mistyrose][@JazzyJuniper][/color][/i]
[b][color=palevioletred]TIME OF DAY:[/color][/b] [i][color=7ea7d8]Evening[/color][/i]
[color=palevioletred][b]HEALTH:[/b][/color] [i][color=mistyrose]Head injury[/color][/i][/sub] 
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[color=mistyrose]Araceli would whip around to find the source of the voice, immediately regretting the quick motion as it only sent a sharp pain through her head. Instinctively, she would place her palm against the wound on her forehead, swiping the blood away with tightly sealed eyes. Her clothes [i]were[/i] sopping wet, causing her body to convulse in a stream of shivers. Although the sun was beating down, it was not providing enough warmth with the heavy weight of soaked clothing. Araceli began shimmying out of her outfit, the thin trench-coat first, tennis-shoes, and then her jeans. Leaving her in the white bralette top she had arrived in as well as a pair of white high-thigh panties. It looked like a regular swimming suit, provided enough fabric to cover her, and would allow her clothing to dry so she could wear them once more. Heaving her clothes over her shoulder and shoes in one hand, Araceli trudged towards a large rock basking in the suns rays, laying her garments out flat to soak in the heat. A content exhale would follow, hands fumbling to use one of the three hair ties around her wrist to pull her drenched hair into a high ponytail. Eyes of vibrant burnt-sienna would scan the shoreline, eyeing the wounded who hobbled to safety, it was a disastrous scene.. One that sent a gut wrenching feel to her stomach. 

Araceli would soon move toward a man, he looked to be unconscious, a vicious gash on his arm likely the culprit. Quickly she would rummage through the debris washed up on shore, snatching a shirt from a unlatched suitcase. Araceli tore the shirt into strips, using one to wipe his wound clean of sand or other particles. Once it was dried and cleaned, she was dress the wound with another strip of cloth, making sure it would keep moisture out. [color=palevioletred]"You need stitches, I can fix this if I find a needle.. But we also need water. I am sure there is a spring somewhere on this island.."[/color] Araceli stood once more, resting her palm against the back of her neck, teeth biting absentmindedly at her bottom lip. They had a lot of work ahead of them, the stronger of the group or less wounded, would have to bring those who were in bad shape to the treeline. A makeshift shelter and camp would have to be made, those who had medical knowledge had a bumpy road ahead of them. The flames from a fire, licking fervently at the air, would disrupt Araceli's thoughts, giving her an idea. She would take action immediately, digging through the airplanes debris only to retrieve a strip of metal. Next she would grab another piece of clothing, wrapping her hand with it before running towards the fire, neglecting the man who was beside it. Extending her arm, Araceli allowed the metal her cloth clad hand held, to soak in the flames. The metal would slowly heat, and before it turned red she would retract it, briskly making her way back towards the man with the sliced open arm. [color=palevioletred]"Okay... I have never done this but I know how, this is going to hurt like a bitch.. here..."[/color] Although the man was hardly responsive, Araceli still spoke to him, shoving one of the strips of cloth from earlier, into his mouth after. As soon as the cloth was between his teeth, the scalding piece of metal would be pressed firmly against the mans wound. She winced at the sound, the vile scent of burning skin wafting up at her. The metal was only applied for around two seconds before she removed it, examining the wound before returning the metal for another interval of two seconds. This would continue until the wound was sealed, the short series of off and on pressure, assuring no live cells would be killed. Araceli fell back into a sit, having been positioned on her knees. An exhausted huff would follow, having held her breath the entire time. [color=palevioletred]"When we find water we will clean this, with cauterization comes the risk of infection..."[/color] 

Araceli tossed the metal aside, her hands falling to prop her back up as she leaned backward, head falling to face the sky. Wary eyes would fall shut, her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. The familiar pain in her head would slowly return, mouth parting so she could curse under her breath. This was the worst imaginable outcome, how could something so horrid happen to them? How dumb were they for accepting tickets on an airline so new.. Araceli felt like an idiot, she was supposed to be this well educated woman, but here she was on an island stranded because of a dumbass decision. There was no time however, to wallow in the situation nor whine about the pain that violently attacked her skull. Instead, Araceli would bring her body to a stand, walking back towards the man she had tended to. [color=palevioletred]"You have to move to the treeline, laying here in the sun is going to dehydrate you quicker...Can you walk?"[/color][/color]