I can show you the world! (OxO) (Closed)

Nyx, who was tired, fell asleep 2/3 of the way through.

"We are losing fuel mid-flight, and are headed for a stranded island!" The captain said, panicked

Nyx twitched in her sleep, but otherwise did nothing.

"NYX!! GET THE FUCK UP!!" Vozzie was panicked too

Her eyes fluttered open, and she wrapped an arm around his chest sleepily, trying to drag him back down next to her. "Stay…"

"We're about to fuckin crash!!"

"What…?" she murmured, and then it hit her and she sat up. "Crash?!"

"Yes! The plane is losing fuel quick!"

She huddled close to him, unsure of what to do.

And then… they crashed

The only thing Nyx was aware of was that sickening, shuddering jolt that was several tonnes of metal smashing into ground at high speed. Squeezing her eyes shut, tears trickling from under her eyelids, she clung to Vozreal.
No.
It was happening all over again.
A twist, a turn, pain, light, falling, flying, hard ground -
She hit the sand hard, flung high by the explosion. There were cuts and burns on her forearms and legs and face, pajamas singed and torn. One of her ribs felt broken, but she wasn't sure. Gasping, trying to get her breath back, she lay on the sand.
"Vozreal!"
It came out as barely more than a whisper.
"Vozreal!"
With a dry sob, she laid back on the sand and closed her eyes.

"NYX!! I SWEAR, GOD IF YOU'RE LISTENING, IF SHE'S DEAD, I'M COMING TO KILL YOU!!" He roared, looking for her.
He found her.
"Don't die…" He said, trying to revive her.

"I won't die," she promised. And she meant it with every single cell in her body.
She wouldn't die in someone's arms, not on the sand, not like Seven.
Her head hurt. Her whole body hurt.
"I think I broke a rib," she murmured, clinging to his shirt.

"You're okay… it's okay…" He said, going into Doctor mode.
"I knew my centuries of college would come in handy…" He said

He began to fix the wounds

Nyx snuggled into his arms and sighed softly.

"Don't die…"

"I'm not going to die, Vozzie." She winced as he probed her sternum. "Owww…"

"And… there!" He said, fixing her rib.

Nyx hissed in pain and gripped his shirt, and then she realised something.
"The pilot. Where's the pilot?"

"He's… he's dead…"

Shock lanced through her.
Not again.
She started to cry.

"Nyx… don't cry…"

"Not again." The words spilled from her mouth. "No, no, no, not again…"
Burying her face in his shirt, she cried harder.

"What happened?" He asked.
(Is this why you wanted the plane to crash?)

(Nah, I just thought it would be interesting to see them stranded on a desert island :P)
"It's happening all over again."

"what is?"

"It's just like Seven's d-death…"

"Oh… oh shit… Listen.. No one else is gonna die. not on my watch."

"I know." Her hands subconsciously examined his chest for any cuts or bruises. "Are you okay? You're not hurt?"