He awoke with a start, breathing in a sigh of relief that he was even able to wake up. There were a few stabbings of pain across him, but he knew he didn’t have it that bad. He brushed off some debris that was on him and sat up, taking in the island where they had ended up. He didn’t remember much of the crash, just being on the boat and then waking up on this island. He racked his brain for more information about the crash, sure there was something he was forgetting. Right, he’d been on the cruise with his mom—MOM!
Alarm crossed his face, and he jumped to his feet, searching the surrounding area for anyone that looked anything like his mom. “Mom, MOM! Where are you!” He called, panic creeping into his voice. He and his mother weren’t on the best terms as of late, but he still loved her and didn’t want her dead, she was still his mom. He caught sight of his mom, Crystal, not far away and he ran to her side, calling out her name as she laid there. He did his ABCs like she’d drilled him to—airway, breathing, circulation. Since her airway wasn’t obstructed, he moved onto her breathing, putting his ear to her nose and sighing in relief as he realized the breath sounds were as they should be. Putting two fingers to her carotid artery, he checked her pulse, which was strong and even. She was fine. He let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding and hugged her tightly.
She hugged him back.
Her arms around him, tears streamed down his cheek, feeling nothing but relief in his mind. Thank you thank you thank you God! “I’m alright, Carse, I’m alright,” she whispered into his ear. Carson leaned away from her, wiping away the tears that had streamed down. “I was so worried—I thought—” he started, shaking his head.
“I’m good, Carson, see? All fine and dandy.” She smiled at him, then sat up. “Have you seen anyone else out here, baby?”
“I wasn’t looking,” he admitted, shrugging. “I was only looking for you.”
With his assistance, Crystal got to her feet, scanning the area for any potential victims of the crash. “There are probably people who need more help than me, Carse. Remember your first aid?”
“Of course.”
“Then looks like today you’ll be assisting a doctor today!”
It was nice to wake up to her son’s arms around her. Their relationship had been rocky lately but it seemed the trip might still prove good for mother-son bonding… although not in the circumstances she’d originally thought they’d be in. She was thankful that he was alive, more than anything else. Thank you, God, she thought, gripping him tightly. She didn’t know what she would’ve done if he hadn’t survived the crash. At least now, he would be a-okay.
She walked around a bit with her son, coming upon a young, tall white man who lay unconscious on the ground. She and Carson lay near him, Carson checking his ABCs while Crystal tried to wake him up. “Sir, sir can you hear me?” She called, lightly shaking his shoulders. No response. Carson looked back at her with a grim expression. “Can’t find a pulse, Mom.” She sucked in a breath, before moving to straddle the man and beginning compressions on his chest. She looked to Carson, who had worry creasing his face. “Check for any signs of injury, look for why he has no pulse. Signs of a concussion, lacerations? Anything of that sort.”
He moved to check his body for any obvious forms of injury and she continued doing the CPR, looking down at the man with determination on her face. “You’re not dying on me today, not if I’ve got anything to say about it,” she murmured to him.
@sunflower.flow - your Princeton lol
@Littlefeets - up to you to tell me what Carson finds, if he finds anything at all.