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“We need to find a way to get down fast, Raf,” Noelle says as she bites her bottom lip in worry. “I’m not sure how long we can stay here. If that half collapses, there’s no telling when this one will, too.”
“I know,” I sigh.
“What about the captain?”
My eyes widen as I realize I’d been so focused on her that it hadn’t even crossed my mind to check on the captain.
“I don’t think he’s still alive,” I add grimly.
With how the plane had crashed into the tree, the pilot cabin would have been the first to suffer casualties.
“I’ll go check,” she proposes. “You should stay here. I’m lighter than you and we don’t want to tip it over any more than it already is.”
“Noelle…” I groan, bringing my fingers to my temples and massaging them.
I know she’s right—we can’t afford to move around freely until we figure out a way to get down. Yet even knowing that, I’m wary about letting her take even one step away from me.
“I’ll be careful,” she assures me, using her palms to cup my cheeks. “We’re not dying here, Raf. I promise you.”
“I should be the one with the assurances, not you,” I give her a sad smile.
She chuckles.
“I think you’ve proven yourself already. If it weren’t for you, I don’t think I would have had the courage to make that jump.”
I purse my lips, my eyes going to her arm and the blood that still drips down.
“Let me look at your arm first.”
She shakes her head.
“We’ll have time to take care of our injuries later. First, we need to figure out what we’re going to do. If the pilot is still alive, maybe he has an idea. Surely, he must have trained for similar scenarios.”
“You’re right,” I admit reluctantly. “Just tell me this. Are you in pain?”
“I should be the one asking you that,” she counters. “You’re stiff all over.”
“I’m fine. I’ll be fine,” I lie.
“Then I’m fine, too.”
“Damn it. Ok, go. We’re never going to get to the bottom of this if we continue.”
She gives me a nod, and slowly, she turns and takes her first step. Then the next. There is a slight creaking of the metal, but the plane doesn’t seem to move.
“Go on,” I say, studying every movement of the ground.
She takes her time reaching the pilot’s cabin. Opening it, she steps inside.
The door is ajar, but I can’t make anything from my position.
“Dead,” she declares.
“Fuck!” I curse, my head throbbing even worse than before. “What about the communication systems?”
“The entire board is dead, too. It’s a miracle it hasn’t gone up in flames. It’s all wrecked,” she calls out.
Fuck! We need to figure something out.
