Michael was sitting onthe ground looking down at the grass feeling guilty. He had bruises all around his body and a deep wound on his shoulder that was partly healed, the pain was very big and he could barely move his right arm where the wound was, but he was fine... he will be fine. The wound wasnt bleeding it was still bad, but he didnt care much for him. Michael took a deep breath and looked at his clothes seeing that he was covered in blood. He was staying away from the others sitting alone on the soft grass. Mickey was looking around cheeking what the others were doing, he was going to help some wounded men but the captain brought a woman to help him, so Michael wasnt needed... Well that was the first woman that he saw, he had to say she had her beautiful parts, but he just didnt feel the same when he was around men.<br/><br/>Michael noticed as the females that were here left and the captain as well... Where was he going. leaving his men here... Fuck they were going to die here. But Mickkey just couldnt bare the thought that he wasnt able to land the ship, it was his fault that all those men were dead, he just didnt want to live anymore knowing that he was the reson that they were dead. Michael just had no idea what to do right now, why did he had to come here... Mickey shook his head and stood up finally deciding to go to see what Shane and Donovon are doing. He was taking deep breaths as he walked, still feeling weak and not able to walk... but mainly he felt like a junck cuz he didnt want others to blame him for what happened... He knew he was the reason of so many deaths, but he didnt want to hear it from anyone else. Mickey reached Shane and looked down at Donavon hoping that he was ok... he looked pretty beat up, covered in blood, but that woman probably helped him. Mickey fell down on his knees next to Shane and looked down at Donavon "Is he ok?" He asked Shane not looking at him, not wanting Shane to see the pain that he had in his eyes, the guilt that he had on his face.