"Y/N?! Y/N?!" Lauren looked around the water for her best friend who was on the flight with her.
(G!P Lauren)
She held onto the piece of luggage that was keeping her afloat.
She didn't see anyone not even any passengers.
She swam towards shore, finding a small island.
When she got to land, she found her best friend a few feet away.
She gathered the rest of her strength, running to her and looking her over.
Her head was bleeding and she had a large bite wound on her leg.
Lauren took off her belt, wrapping it around her thigh as a tourniquet.
She leant her ear against the woman's chest, finding that she wasn't breathing.
"Shit!" She started chest compressions, tilting the woman's head back and opening her mouth to give her a rescue breath.
"Come on! Come on, baby!" She kept going and after about three minutes of this, the girl jolted up, coughing up some water.
"Baby!" She lifted her up, tilting her to cough out the water in her lungs.
Her lips were blue, her body instantly beginning to shiver.
Lauren hugged her, wrapping her arms around her and holding her.
She winced, looking at her leg that had stopped bleeding with Lauren's makeshift tourniquet.
"L-Laur?" She looked at the Cuban.
"Wh-What happened?" She looked into the Cuban's eyes when Lauren gently wiped the blood off of her cheek.
"I'm not sure," Lauren helped the girl up, helping her limp to go and lay against a tree.
"Ahh," the girl winced, the Cuban trying to be as gentle as possible with her best friend who was seriously wounded.
She looked pale, sickly.
Two men joined them, clearly from the crash as well.
"Over here!" They called out to the other men who had gotten lost on the island.
Y/N was intently watched by her best friend as she slept, the Cuban checking on her breathing every few minutes.
Luckily they had a doctor on their flight.
He dressed Y/N's wounds, helping her as best as he could.
The men were already going to gather supplies, that young doctor coming back with a coconut he had sitting beside the wounded twenty four year old and gently pouring the coconut water on her wound.
Y/N jumped, gripping Lauren's hand at the pain.
"Fuck!" She cursed, tears filling her eyes.
"I know, I know, hun. I'm so sorry," he apologized, wrapping her wound back up.
He gave her a few minutes of blood flow, loosening the tourniquet and watching the color come back to her leg.
A sharp fin pierced the water, going back and forth, pacing and searching for any more survivors.
The shark. The same shark that bit Y/N.
Lauren grabbed that spear one of the men made, anger filling her body as she jumped into the water and off of a rock, piercing the head of the shark.
The spear went through its head completely and it's blood spilled into the water.
She dragged it back to shore, pulling its large body to the surface.
