Skita
A sinnamon bun
Layla eventually found it in her to pull her attention from the shoreline and to the commotion near her. It made her happy to see that there actually were some people who survive the wreck. But that didn't make up for the many possibly dead on the plane or in the water. The girl slowly moved over to one of the bodies on the sand and knelt next to them wincing. She took her eyes off the body and her eyes went down to her side. She could see that some of her shirt was ripped exposing skin and notice a bruise around where her ribs were. She quite honestly she didn't want to think about her ingrury. The pain she felt in her side or otherwise could wait until she knew if more people where alive.
Layla turned her attention back to the body, checking the pulse and then coming back empty handed. The girl was visibly upset as she sighed dejectedly. "Are all of these bodies dead? I mean some could just be unconscious right?"
Layla turned her attention back to the body, checking the pulse and then coming back empty handed. The girl was visibly upset as she sighed dejectedly. "Are all of these bodies dead? I mean some could just be unconscious right?"