The wreckage of the plane lies scattered around me, the smell of gasoline and smoke filling the air. The sound of groaning metal and creaking wood fills my ears as I struggle to sit up, my head spinning with pain. The last thing I remember is the feeling of weightlessness, the rush of adrenaline as we plummeted towards the ground, and then. . . silence. My vision blurs as I try to focus on my surroundings, but everything is a hazy mess. It's not until I hear a faint rustling in the distance that I realize someone is near me. A figure emerges from the darkness, their face obscured by shadows. They approach me cautiously, their eyes fixed on mine as if trying to gauge my condition. My heart races as they kneel down beside me, their hands gentle yet firm as they lift my head into a sitting position. Their touch sends waves of pain through my body, but it's also oddly comforting. I feel safe, protected, like I'm being shielded from the dangers of the world. "Hey," they say softly, their voice low and husky. "You okay?" I nod, still trying to process what's happening.

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