WE ARE BROKEN, WHAT MUST WE DO TO RESTORE? → SANTANA LOPEZ.
TAGGING → Santana Lopez.
TIME FRAME → 10 am-ish, July 23rd.
THE LOCATION →The South Forest.
GENERAL NOTES → I hope this is alright!
Blaine wasn’t an idiot - he knew at this point the longer they moved with untended wounds, the more likely they were to get an infection which was suddenly a very real concern. In the real world, it was something you took advantage of without really even comprehending it… But now, on some - to Blaine’s knowledge - deserted island to have no one to help? Blaine swallowed thickly a she continued through the trees as fast as he could, from what he understood, his back was pretty torn up which made a lot of sense when you countered in the pain, then it still hurt to breathe which was becoming an even bigger concern. The gash across his wrist had quickly been dealt with as soon as he’d tied around a shirt tightly, but the rest… Well, he was shit out of luck for now.
Seeing the obnoxiously large suitcase’s scattered contents gave him a bit of hope, someone else had to have brought something that would be helpful at this point. Any pain medication would suffice, along with a needle and thread. It’d be a temporary fix of course, but it was better than nothing. Blaine knelt down next to a particularly damp pile as he began rifling through the contents, a belt was pulled aside for him to take knowing it’d come in handy, as well as a small cosmetic bag that had to hold something. Blaine hadn’t really gotten a chance to look before he glanced up to simply survey the setting around him. It was then Santana caught his eye just fifty feet from him in and among the trees. “Santana!” It was fleeting, panicked but also lined with hope which was about the only thing Blaine had to hold onto at this moment.
At this point, it didn’t matter who it was as long as they were okay, but seeing Santana was completely more than Blaine could ask for, even if his heart was still aching just to know if Kurt was okay or not, same with Cooper and the rest of his friends. Blaine bolted from the ground, hastily grabbing the belt and bag up before he headed in her direction as quick as he could. Nervousness was already thick in his throat because… That was Santana Lopez and if she was dead, well, it wasn’t a thought he wanted to consider. The moment Blaine’s eyes actually settled on the girl, his stomach turned. There was blood, he should have expected it but deep down he just wanted her to get out of this unscathed. Evidently that was not the case. “Santana, please wake up.” Blaine pleaded quietly, dropping down to her side. Her chest was rising slowly which was a relief to know she was breathing. Sebastian’s breath had been so faint Blaine hadn’t even known he was alive at first. “Santana, come on.” Blaine’s hand came behind her neck as the other went to her shoulder gently. As carefully as he could, he nudged her trying to shake her awake without actually shaking the life out of her. He knew she was injured so with bracing his hands the way he had, it wouldn't be nearly as effective or painful, but it was all baby steps at this point.
“Santana, can you hear me?” Fear was thick as it washed over him. The reality of the situation kept hitting him at full speed, this wasn’t prime time television, this wasn’t a video game or a movie that would end when the credits rolled and the protagonist was saved - this was actual life that was increasingly more and more fragile.
