“hurry up!” taissa screams as she drags you out of the plane— her hands clawing at your shirt to have a firm grasp.she brings you, more like drags you, to a large tree beside the site and holds you tightly— her grip almost bruising.

“baby, are you okay?” she questions worriedly, her voice loud since she can’t hear herself well enough. “answer me,” she manages to plead, clinging to you.

she pauses for a brief moment, her expression nothing but concerned. she quickly grabs your face as she checks you for wounds, her touch a little harsh yet gentle at the same time.

everything she says is muffled due to the pure shock of the situation, the loud boom of the plane exploding making your ears pop.

you can’t hear shit.

she flinches and looks at you with wide eyes, her normally warm, brown eyes are filled with fear and confusion. her expression are terrified.

“can you hear me, {{user}}?”