1. The Island, Chapter 4


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    the reef on the other side of the lagoon. It was your friend’s idea—the one from Tae Kwon Do—she has been organizing things since the crash. She had been sitting by your side until I told her you would be OK, and convinced her to get whatever supplies we could save off of the plane.” With a feeling of dread I asked, “What about the kids? My students? And the girls from the high school? “ “None of your students were hurt badly, just banged up. One of the cheerleaders and 2 of the field hockey players died. One of the coaches is pretty serious. She has a broken leg and has been unconscious since we got here. All of the terrorists are dead except for one woman. They have her tied up with shoelaces and belts over there.” She gestured behind her toward a patch of vegetation down the beach. “The pilot and copilot both died. The cockpit took the brunt of the crash when we hit the water. A lot of the passengers were killed by the hijackers, and a bunch more were out of their seats when we hit. None of them survived. You’re pretty lucky you did.” “Do you know where we are?” I asked. “The flight attendants think we are somewhere near Malaysia, maybe an island. We haven’t seen any signs of habitation. For obvious reasons they had other concerns than getting a location fix before the crash. They aren’t even certain the pilot got off a coherent Mayday. Everything happened so fast, and by the end we were well below radar. We may be yet another missing airliner that never gets found.” Her ...
    voice quivered a little as she said that last bit. I touched her shoulder. “Have a little faith, Joelle. For some reason I think everything is going to be OK.” She rewarded my with that wonderful smile, even through her tears. “Everyone has done their part while I’ve been out. Let me do something constructive. Show me the injured folks.” I stood up and she led me to a shady area a few feet away. My first patient was Connor, one of my Tae Kwon Do kids. His left leg was in a crude splint made of sticks. He was a little hellion, but I had a soft spot for him, given that we shared a name. Joelle told me he had a tib-fib fracture, but no displacement. He looked a little peaked, but seemed to be handling things remarkably well. There were multiple cuts, scrapes, contusions, lacerations among a dozen passengers. Some had been patched up already by my trusty nurse, and had joined the salvage detail. Others needed a little reassurance, a suture or two, or some wound dressing. We had the med kit from the airliner at our disposal, and soon made short work of the walking wounded. After I had seen a few patients, I was happily surprised when Janie came running up and gave me a big hug. “You’re OK!” she cried happily. “I’ve got a pretty thick skull,” I said, gently rubbing my new sutures. “How are you doing? How is Jared?” “He’s fine. Not a scratch. He and some of the other students are organizing the supplies we are bringing back from the plane—sorting them into food, shelter, sleeping ...
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