Plane Crash (Open!!!)

His shaky hand lightly touched his stomach, “Here.” He groaned in pain.

"hmm internal bleedig perhaps?" he asks himself

He groaned with frustration, just to clutch his stomach as if it might stop the pain.

“What should I do? Wait here to die?”

"that is not going to helf let me take a look at your back" he says
what is wrong with him?///

(Internal bleeding, you got it right)

Isobel wiped her brow and looked around. Fresh water. They needed fresh water. Without it, they wouldn't survive. "We need to find water." She said, turning back to the group. "I can go look for some but I'd prefer to have a partner. No one should go alone."

“I’ll go with you,” Lilly said.

Irene nodded. "Let's go. We won't be too long."

Lilly walked over to her. “Where do you think we should search?”

"Wait can I join you guys?" Zoe called out

I think I might leave this rp…)

“Well I guess I’m dying.” He grabbed the boys hand, “Tell my story.” Dramatically he spoke. Then fell backwards laughing but soon turned into a sad cry of pain. He clutched his stomach with so much force it only hurt him more.

"yeah, your going to be fucked up for a bit. im going to need to preform surgery"

Gray started to laugh then realized he wasn’t joking, “What? With what?
Are you even qualified to perform surgery?” Gray started hyperventilating which made the pain worse. Crying out in pain he close his eyes trying to calm his breathing.

"yeah, i am. i have a degree in medical and in forensics i got chu covered both ways"

He took a heavy breath, studying the stranger with great intent, looking down again, “Fine. Do what ever the heck you do, just make it quick.”

(Waiiit.)

(Hey Dusk
This character is definate Gary Sue.)

what chu mean?
he has a minor degree in medics and a regular degree in forensics, hes just prety smart
belive me, thats the only thing he has coming for him//

"on a scale of one to ten, how bad does it hurt?"

“Three.” Pausing because that’s just who he is, “Billion!!”

Name: Livio "Liv"
Age (17 or older): 25
Occupation: Forensic Criminologist
Hometown: Popoli, Italy
Sexuality:le gay
Appearance:tanned skin, dark eyes, messy black hair
Personality:shrugs probably sarcastic
Other:loves to cook

( On No where, does it say he has a medical degree.)

(Got to go be back in like 30 sorry)

(Also
You can't do surgery without the proper medical instruments
if his stomach is hurting
theres no need to do surgery
Sorry
That was really bothering me.)

(Back)
“What are you going to do it with? A stick?! There’s nothing to do surgery! Im dead.” He let his head rest on the now folded airplane seat where he once sat.

(First welcome back @Moxie ;) I just don’t want to die sooo… I don’t really care just heal me for heaven freaking sake I’m dying! And from what I’ve heard it’s not fun.)

(I did actually look up internal bleeding and sometimes the blood clots on it's own, but if it doesnt then you need to have surgery)

“I’m so dead.” He muttered. “Dear God please help me not to die and if I do forgive me of my sins.” His hands came together in a praying position. His eyes looking through the crack on the roof of the airplane.