[b]Day 1, Sunrise:[/b]

After finally being pulled from the wreck at some point between the first time he blacked out and possibly the fifth time he came to, Kelly finally found himself among those in the medical tent, laid out with his head wrapped against a nasty gash he'd received in the crash and an IV supplying him with fluids. The last hours were garbled and murky; all he could remember right away was the storm, very specifically, a crash of lightning. Flashes of the crash pounded through his brain as he strained to sit up, but the movement only left him feeling nauseous. Then came the blips of that morning thus far. Trapped among the remains of the plane, Kelly was unable to get out of the wreck on his own. Through short bursts of consciousness, all he could do was call out between bouts of vomiting. He was surely not a pretty sight once he was finally found.
Kelly swallowed hard at the bile that threatened to rise further at the back of his throat and shuddered violently as he allowed himself to fall back into his resting position. His head throbbed and his stomach pinched tightly, it felt like both had simultaneously been hit by the same truck, and all he wanted to do at that moment was fade off one more time, let the darkness take him again so maybe, just maybe, he could wake up to the originally planned landing and all of what had happened over the past hours would have been nothing more than an awful, and horribly uncalled for, nightmare.
To his dismay, however, Kelly remained conscious, and all he could do was lie there and listen to what was happening around him. He listened as members of the medical team hurriedly attended to the injured. He listened to the cries of pain from those being treated. He listened to those who were simply crying...and soon he found his own throat growing tight as tears burned against his eyes. He hadn't even yet focused on the sounds outside the tent, and it was already too much for him. Another tremor surged through Kelly's body as he fought against the urge to cry and he swallowed again as his stomach did yet another flip. Getting so worked up was only going to make him sicker than he already was, this Kelly knew, and so with great strain, he began taking deep, quiet breaths. For some reason, he didn't yet want to alert anyone that he was awake, feeling he was the least of anyone's worries in comparison to what he was sure others were facing...

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Sitting among the team leaders, Dr. Biermann kept his rocky gaze down at his hands, gently clasped together but allowing for his left thumb to softly draw circles on the base of his right. He listened to the others around him but didn't look at a single one of them. In fact, Hein hadn't looked a single person in the eye since pulling himself out of the wreckage. From the moment he was on his feet and certain he was of no serious injury to not long before joining the others, he had spent to whole of the morning digging people out of the destruction and helping those in need of medical attention to the designated tent. There were a few times when he was held up assisting the other medical crew with patients, but otherwise, the older gentleman had worked like a machine all the earliest hours of the morning until the storm began to pass and light began to creep into the sky.
Through all the chaos, through all the urgency, Hein hadn't made eye contact with a single person that morning, even going so far as to actively avoid it at some points when nurses questioned what to do for patients he knew would surely die before they saw the sun. Even still, he was actively avoiding looking at Carol, for he knew, that if he allowed himself to see her expression, he could quickly lose all his rationality.
Managing to find his voice, he was the first to speak among the team leaders, keeping his words short and precise to avoid allowing emotion to take hold, "Of the survivors in need of medical assistance, those who have survived thus far are stable," he told his coordinator, "Scavenger teams were able to retrieve a remarkable amount of supplies, and we should be good for a few weeks to come, possibly longer if we ration well. That said...as many of the supplies that we need require refrigeration, it is [i]imperative[/i] that we get a generator working to power the cases. Time is of the essence..."