"Dru, come check this out." my focus was dragged from the flowers in my grasp; I had spent the whole afternoon collecting the most beautiful flowers I could find. I needed a way to show respect to the fallen, they didn't deserve to be forgotten. "Come on man, it's important."

I jogged my way over to where Mason, the guy that helped me with the Indian women, sat perched over a bundle of wires and metal. It was all foreign to my eyes, the wires stuck out at odd angles and it looked more like a scrambled mess than any part of the plane.

"What exactly am I looking at." I asked genuinely, my fingers playing with the edge of a red wire. Mason's grin spread from ear to ear as his goofy nature shone threw his eyes.

"It is- I mean was, the communications part of the plane. I managed to pry it out when you were all grabbing the bags and stuff. If we can figure this out I might be able to send out a message to other planes, boats, any one. I mean we've searched everywhere trying to find the flare guns so this might be all we can do. I mean It might not even work but we can try, I mean I could try if I could get it to work-" He continued to ramble, his words jumbling into each other as his fingers never stopped pushing aside the wires and digging further in.

"How do you know what your even doing? I mean, man, this is like DaVinci code or something." Ari's older sister Freyja piped up- her arms were wrapped lazily around her brother and other sister as her parents lay asleep.

"I- uh. I was a hacker you know, I worked with Interpol once they caught me and I've been there ever since." Mason responded absentmindedly, his eyes never dragging from the clump of technology in front of him.

"Like a black hat?" The younger sisters eyes filled with so much hope. "I've seen those on TV."

Cutting her off quickly, spotting something on the other end of the tent that caught my attention. "Is there anything I can do? " Mason shook his head, now caught up with the three children explaining to them what exactly it was he did. If I had more time I would love to sit there too and hear all about the life of a detectives partner. But the boy peaking through my stash needed my attention more.

"What do you think you're doing? " I rushed over, pulling his hands out from my bag stopping him from grabbing what ever it was that he wanted.

"Back off, Princess, Don't test me on this one." He growled at me as he reached in again with his other hand. He struggled against my grip on his right arm, but I wasn't budging.

"Why on earth are you going threw my stuff?" I stopped the advance of his other hand and shoved him back in the process. "You're the one who doesn't believe in wasting resources."

"Get out of my way." He was speaking at me threw gritted teeth, frustrated as he was unable to pass any of my blocks. "Now, or I will make you."

He was way to close for comfort, we seemed to always find ourselves in this position, our chests heaved up against one another's, our breaths mixing as we shot daggers at each other. "What were you doing in that bag?" I stated firmly, showing no sign of backing down.

"What if I need to help some one? Are you the only one allowed to save people, or have you forgotten that we don't need you to be our big brave saviour." Ignoring the pit of fire that burned in my stomach when he spoke what I couldn't ignore was the comment of someone needing help.

"Who needs it?" The worry in my voice betrayed me, as I'm sure my face did too.

"I don't know her name, some girl- she's bad. You were busy so she asked me for help, I didn't know what to do okay?" For a moment I could read the worry for this girl written all over his features, but just like that it was gone again. Running his fingers threw his hair, ruffling it around as he took a deep sigh. His eyes met mine as his tongue ran over his lower lip. "If you're not going to let me in there, please just hurry the hell up and help the girl."

So I did just that, I grabbed my bag of supplies and followed after the boy that had my mind racing with anger. I followed him over to a small circle of people, hung lazily over recovered plane seats and squeezed onto blankets. I saw the girl immediately; her face a shade of white that I knew only meant trouble. Her face and neckline of her shirt was drenched with sweat, her eyes fluttered open and they didn't even meet mine before they were closed again. Her friend pulled up her shirt, exposing a wound that ran from her left hipbone to the top of her right rib. Surrounding the wound the skin was decorated with red spots, my fingers flew to her pulse- her heart rate was accelerated as her breathing did so to.

"What can you do, Dru?"

"She's going to die isn't she?"

" Why didn't she fix this yesterday?"

I wanted to know the answer to that one too, but I chose not to pry. Instead I felt as her heart rate slowed down dramatically. My heart stopped when I knew for certain what was wrong with this girl.

"What's wrong with her, Doc." That one was Jesse.

"Blood poisoning." I whispered, her friends exchanged glances murmuring at each other as they tried to guess what that means.

"You can't fix that can you?" Jesse was right behind me, speaking so softly that only I could hear. Silently I shook my head, we didn't have the right stuff to save her- I could put off her pain but I couldn't stop it. I could feel the lump in my throat rising but I pushed it back down- there was no way that I was going to let them see me weak.

"I hate to say it but," Jesse paused to asked for the girls name. "Hadley, None of us know her, she said everyone died on the plane and that she was going to as well. What can we do?" A girl with blonde hair answered him.

"Nothing, make her comfortable, she wont make it very long so please just make sure her in last days she's not suffering." Jesse finished, I didn't know why he was doing this for me but I couldn't find the words to speak up and stop him- all I could do was stare down at this helpless girl.

"Ill stay with her, she'll need someone. I can do it." I managed to form the words, they were soft but everyone heard them.

"Don't be silly, we've got her, plus we're already looking after Finn over here- under your strict instructions of Corse." I thanked them as Jesse pulled me from my arms away from the group of them.

"What was that?" I stopped in my tracks, forcing him to do the same. "I don't need you to talk for me."

"Don't mistake my helping you for anything other than trying to make sure you don't waste anymore resources. I could see it in your eyes you would have tried to use your medicine to help her. We can't afford to waste it." He half rolled his eyes as all traces of the man I'd just seen disappeared.

"Trust that I know what I'm doing." Walking away from him I turned around momentarily, "And next time, stay out of my way."

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"How's it looking Mason?" After doing to rounds of the people left, fixing up bandages and giving the out the medicine that is needed I found my way back to Mason, the family and the clump of metal.

"I think I might be onto something, I think I got the centrifuge-"

"Whoa, whoa, slow down there buddy. No one is about to understand the words coming out of your mouth." Lola cut him off, arousing chuckles from all of those within earshot.

"To put it into English for you all- I think I might be on the right track." Mason still didn't take the time to look up but no one felt like ignoring him.

About to push myself back up to go find somewhere to help, a small hand reached out and stopped me. "Dru, can you help me help daddy?" Ari's soft voice was laced with intelligence; I could tell this young boy should be paid attention to.

"How can I help?" His sisters and mother were oblivious to our conversation; he pulled me right in close whispering into my ear.

"I think my dad is dead." My breath hitched completely, my jaw didn't stop on its was to the floor. "He hasn't moved in three hours, I can't find a pulse and last night he kept complaining about how much his head hurt to mum- he didn't think I could hear him."

Pulling away my eyes bore into Ari's, trying to get an understanding of how serious he was. He didn't look pained, it seemed almost like he had come to terms with this a fair while ago but didn't want to see his family hurt.

"Can you please just tell me if I'm right, I need to know if I should tell the rest of my family- I don't know how they will be with dad gone." He was to wise for his own good. Leaning over trying not to pull any attention, I reached my fingers out to feel for the pulse. My fingers retracted immediately when I didn't find the answer I was looking for. Besides me I felt Ari tense up, knowing he was right- his father was dead. "Please go, I need to tell them on my own. We need to be together as a family right now."

I hated to do it but I pushed myself up from the ground, squeezing Ari's shoulder as I walked away.

"Ari what's going on?" I heard right before I heard a women scream out "Robbie! Noooo."

My heart breaking as pushed one foot in front of the other, continuing to walk away from the family that was know broken- because of me.

"He's a smart kid, they all are. I believe that if anyone getting through this it's them." Caila was by my side, reading my mind before I could even let the tears fall from my eyes. "They'll get through it- just like we all will because we've got you. Something tells me that you won't stop until you save everyone." She chuckled at her own comment, not knowing how true her last comment was.

"Have you had a chance to look after self after all this?" Her fingers traced my hairline, where I knew was a cut that continued to bleed every time I cleaned it.

"I'm fine, nothing that time wont fix." I brushed her touch off, just as I did her concern. I was one of the lucky ones, if you could call it lucky.

I wouldn't call it lucky, lucky wasn't having lost one more person today. Lucky wasn't only having 48 lives to protect.

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