Nothing had helped. The crash had happened and he had dragged other people with him. Not that he cared. The only thing he cared about that it had happened. To him, to be exact. It could happen wherever it wanted to happen but not with himself involved.
The pain was unbelievable. The books he had used, had burned to ashes and he had merely been able to make it out of the plane. His leg hurt and his whole head felt clouded. Everything was happening in slowmotion. Noises barely reached his ears. He stumbled, one feet after another onto the beach. Why had he tried to read people out of books? He must have been in shock. There was so much more - he sank to his knees, the leg was bad. It numbed his mind. And suddenly everything went black.