Nicole had been one of the few not in their seats when the rocking started. She had a bad habit of drinking too much water before boarding and this always lead to her having to go to the bathroom at some point. She was just coming back when the first jolts started. Despite the pilot's voice saying there was nothing wrong, she picked up her pace back to her seat. She had just reached the aisle it was in when the explosion sounded from the back. Spinning on her heel, to look at the orange flames through the quickly dimming cabin, she didn't even think about getting back to her seat.<br/><br/>Then suddenly there was a downward tip and as she was flung towards the front of the plan, everything went a different kind of black. The knocked out kind of black as she hit her head against the wall dividing first and second class.<br/><br/>She woke up, groggy and in pain. There was something sticky and wet at the back of her neck and she couldn't find her glasses so everything within about 15 feet is clear but the back of the plan was a slight blur. Placing a hand against the warm metal of the plan, she started to stand up slowly, ignoring the pain that went throughout her body. She didn't bother looking, not wanting to see the extent of the damage, but there was almost no part of her body that didn't have some kind of cut or scrap. She had managed to avoid having broken bones or hitting any major arteries, but that was about it. Most of the cuts were oozing blood and she felt sticky all over. Her t-shirt was stained with it and her jeans looked very fashionable with tears where sharper pieces of metal had cut through.<br/><br/>Moans and muffled shouts could be heard and she blinked away the tears as they tried to clear the smoke alive. Thank the universe! She wasn't the only survivor! Not even worrying about getting herself out, she went towards the closest sound of life she could. Opening her mouth, she tried to croak out a reassurance, but nothing came out. Her throat was dry and sore and as she moved a hand up to rub it, her eyes widen as the appendage came away covered in blood. Apparently one of the cuts had gotten close enough to her voice box that it made it rough to talk. Or so she was assuming as she quickly realized it hadn't severed the major blood artery there. It could also just be from smoke inhalation. She wasn't a doctor. Either way, all that came out was a distorted croak as she continued moving carefully over the debris, well aware that at any moment she could pass out.<br/><br/>But damn it, she was going to try to help out one person before she did so.