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Pain. Pain. Pain.
It was the first thing Tahni Fletcher was aware of. Pain, red hot and pulsating on the side of her head. She groaned softly, struggling not to vomit from the pain that continued to beat at her skull.
She remembered the hang-glider, the unexpected air current that had blown her so badly off course.
Her stomach's complaints brought a few more pieces back. Days in the air, unable to get back to land, rationing her water carefully.
Wincing, she opened her grime encrusted eyes. A riot of green swam in her view. Tahni blinked rapidly, and the green solidified into leaves and branches.
That was right. She'd spotted the tiny island in the middle of nowhere. Brought her glider in, but had been too weakened from lack of food and the days in the air to land properly. There had been a crash as she hit the canopy, and then darkness...
[What the hell are you doing?] roared a cranky voice in her head. Ever since her stint in the National Guard, her subconscious had picked up a tendency to sound like her drill sergeant, McCloud. [Assess the situation! Injuries?]
Her head still pounded, and there was definitely a sticky residue in her hair that she was pretty sure was blood. Ginger movement informed her of bruises upon bruises, and what was probably a sprained shoulder. She was tangled up in the wrecked glider, hanging perhaps twenty feet off of the ground in the branches of a large tree.
"Could have been worse," she said aloud. Her voice rasped, and she grimaced. Moving with extreme care, she slowly worked her way free of the tangle of harnesses. 'Extreme care' only meant that her pain was agonizing, but not incapacitating. She barely resisted the urge to scream as getting her shoulder free put more strain on the injured joint.
It took her the better part of an hour to get herself out of the harness and down to the ground. Once there, she collapsed on the soft, moist earth, gasping with the exertion on her overstrained body. Her helmet had been lost in the crash, and her blue and grey jumpsuit was tattered.
There had been people, on the island. Her memory graciously decided to rejoin the party. She straightened to her full 5'2'' height, back popping. She'd seen facilities from the air. They must have food, water, maybe medical care. Of course, that meant trying to find her way to them. Not a fun prospect, given her current condition.
[Quit whining and move!] spat the McCloud voice in her head. Tahni sighed. It had been bad enough to have the constant little voice harassing her even before it had taken on McCloud's tones. Holding her left arm close to her body to prevent the shoulder from jostling around, she limped off in search of help.