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[useofcuriosity]

 

 

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[useofcuriosity]

He's pretty sure that if she weren't here, he'd be freaking out or in the middle of a panic attack. So maybe they're each other's anchors, or something. Like he keeps saying. Connected.

He's still pretty sure he did something nasty to his arm on the way down, but he keeps working on getting people out through the cockpit before moving to see if the radio is working at all.

The good thing about having a dad that's a sheriff? You know all the radio lingo.

[lefthandedgenius]

People start climbing into the cockpit and heading out the window. Most of them seem eager to leave, and for obvious reasons.

The radio squawks and is fortunately still working. It won't be long before help arrives.

Lydia's head pokes through the cockpit door. "How's it going? Can you help me with the wounded?"

[useofcuriosity]

"Help's on it's way." Thank God. He didn't know if he could maintain calm if they'd had to stay her overnight. "Be right there."

[lefthandedgenius]

"Thank God." she says, echoing his thoughts. "It might be better if we wait in the plan. It's shelter, and it's probably colder outside. What do you think?"

[useofcuriosity]

"The most injured, anyway, yeah. Keep them out of the elements. Is there food? Water?"

[lefthandedgenius]

"I don't know. Do you think it's going to be so long that we need to worry about that? You were able to get the sheriff's office on the radio, right?"

Lydia immediately looks worried. Is this going to turn into an episode of Survivor?

[useofcuriosity]

He really hopes not. "I was, yeah. Deputy Graeme. She'll get someone out here. I know her." He wouldn't be surprised if Scott ends up coming with them. At all.

[lefthandedgenius]

"Then I think we'll be okay regarding the food and water thing." Lydia says, adding wearily. "Can we...can we sit down now? Because I'd really like to sit down now."

[useofcuriosity]

"Yeah. Me too." Near the radio, he thinks, in case they get a call back.

[lefthandedgenius]

"Where?" she asks tiredly. Shock is finally starting to set in. "I feel like I could sleep for days. Which is probably bad if I have a concussion. We should keep each other awake."

[useofcuriosity]

"Over here." He'll pull her over by the radio and help her sit. She can even have the chair. The free one. "We'll need x-rays. When we get back."

[lefthandedgenius]

The plane is on its side, so the chairs aren't very sittable. But she finds a spot and tugs at him to sit down with her. "X-rays." she agrees. "Probably MRIs to check for concussions. Hydrocodone for the pain. How's your arm?"

[useofcuriosity]

"It hurts, but not...as much as I suspect it will later." Adrenaline and all that.

[lefthandedgenius]

"Trip to ortho for you. You're going to make Erica's day." She smiles faintly noting, "You know, I think she has a thing for you. Sit with me." she repeats. "I just keep thinking...we couldn't have been that far from the airport. We'll be home in a few hours. Well. The hospital now, but that's practically home, isn't it?" She's getting a little rambly.

[useofcuriosity]

"Does she?" He sits down with her, smiling sort of vaguely. "It shouldn't be too long. If I could radio, we couldn't be that far. We'll be okay."

[lefthandedgenius]

Immediately her fingers are laced into his, her free hand reaching out to stroke his cheek. "The shock's setting in." she tells him gently, her head tilting to lean on his shoulder. "I think so." She's agreeing with him, albeit vaguely.

"What do you want to do when we get back?"

[useofcuriosity]

He touches her hair for a moment, fingers carding it a bit. "Thirty second plane crash survival dance party. And you should stay over."

[lefthandedgenius]

She lets out a soft sound that's sort of a laugh, but is too tired to commit to actually being one. "How am I gonna dance with a bum ankle?"

[useofcuriosity]

He thinks about it. "Like this." Vague and at any other time amazingly dorky impression of someone dancing while sitting.

[lefthandedgenius]

That actually summons a laugh out of her. "That looks unfortunately awkward." she tells him with an absurd sense of fondness. "But I'll give it a go." Her mouth mashes against itself; a habit she has that may or may not have earned her the nickname 'ducklips' out of her hearing. "I don't want to get too far behind in the program."

Right. Here she is, in a downed plane in the woods, and she's worried about keeping up with surgeries.

[useofcuriosity]

It's certainly not something he's ever called her. Made faces at other people for, probably. "I doubt that's going to happen."

[lefthandedgenius]

"I hope not." Her voice takes on the dreamy quality that tends to be the norm when shock is finally settling in. "Talk to me." she says. "Keep me awake. Tell me where you want to be in ten years' time. We need to both stay awake."

[useofcuriosity]

"Ten years?" He's assuming best case scenario here. "In a house. A real house. Doing research, maybe. Good research. With a family? What about you?"

[lefthandedgenius]

Yes, not telling her 'six feet under' is a good plan, Stiles.

"Youngest Harper Avery Award winner in history." she says with a smile. "Maybe a family. A small family. Working to map the human brain."

[useofcuriosity]

He has no plans on ever saying that. "That's a pretty nice plan."