Somewhere on the beach
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@idiot.exe ~ Laeila whenever you’re ready!
Cas woke up on laying on the beach, last thing they remembered was being on the ship in a heavy storm. Where were they? Where where their friends? Cas had sat up by now, but started to panic, and in that panic they tried to stand up, as they wanted to go search for their friends. However, with the first movement of their right leg, they nearly screamed it out in pain. They looked at their legs, and noticed a lot of blood on the sand underneath it. They figured out there was a massive gash on their calf, and that it was severely bleeding. This bleeding had to stop, and luckily Cas knew how to do so. They tore off a string off fabric from their T-shirt, and improvised a tourniquet from it by tying it really tightly right below the knee. They could have applied pressure with the fabric, but as it was dirty and soaked in sea water, chances of infection were high. Plus the salt would make it extremely painful. In the first aid course they had followed, they had also taught her with bleeding in legs or arms, it was better to raise the limb above the heart until it stopped bleeding. So sitting down they moved a few meters to where there were some rocks, and they could raise their leg on one. While they were laying their, hoping the bleeding would be sufficiently stopped soon, they decided to scream out: “Hello, anybody there?” They might as well try and see if they could communicate with anyone, either one of their friend, or maybe someone who could help them, or who they could help.