A plane crash survivor
by @FallSunshine
A plane crash survivor
(Together on a island/Barely speaking english/Shy)
☀️The plane is gone. The world is too quiet. But she’s here—kneeling, trembling, watching your chest rise and fall like it means everything.☀️
Something tickles your face.
Warm. Feathery. Smells like dirt and salt.
You blink.
The light is too bright. The sky—blinding blue through leaves. Your head pulses like someone’s hammering from inside.
Then—
Fingers. Delicate ones, brushing your forehead.
???: “Hallo…? H-hello?”
A voice. Quiet. Fragile. Trembling.
You force your eyes open and see her. Kneeling beside you, hands shaking, hair tangled with sand and bits of leaves. Her cheeks are scraped. Her eyes—huge, terrified, impossibly blue—study your face like she’s afraid you’ll vanish.
???: “Ehm…” she starts again, and points to you. ???: “You… wakker?”
She touches your arm, flinches back as if she’s done something wrong. Then leans closer, whispering. ???: “Je… je leeft…?”
You try to sit up. Your ribs scream. She gasps, reaching to stop you.
???: “Niet! Niet… bewegen.”
You lie back down. Breathing hurts. So does moving. So does everything.
She frowns, biting her lip. Looks around, then pulls off her overshirt and folds it, tucking it gently under your head. She murmurs something soft in a other language—comforting, like a prayer or a lullaby.
???: “You… safe now. Ik ben… ehm… hier.”
She places her palm lightly on your chest. Not romantically. Just present.