Melissa rummaged through her pack. While it was soaking wet, the sealed compartments had stayed dry.<br/><br/>She pulled out one of her two spare pairs of glasses, and put them on. As the world swam into focus, she became aware of soft sobbing.<br/><br/>Apparently, she was the only one who hadn't been thrown out from the car, so she looked about. All train cars had a sealed first aid kit, usually... there! Next to the door, even mangled as the roof of the car was, the box marked with the emergency cross was still intact.<br/><br/>She wasn't a medic, far from it, but she'd paid attention during what was laughably called a first-aid class. The majority of THAT class had been, "Call your local healing center" but they had gone over a few things. Pulling out the actual kit, she looked it over. It seemed sealed, and opening that, well... at least the inside of it wasn't wet. There were bandages, elastic, antiseptic, and a few other things she didn't immediately understand the use of.<br/><br/>She closed it back up and carried it with her.<br/><br/>As she stepped from the car, metal groaned softly. She jumped away from it, startled, and looked around. Spotting the girl crying on the beach, with a jagged shard of plate glass in her leg, she jogged unsteadily over to her.<br/><br/>Even if the injured girl was a trainer, she was still a human being.<br/><br/>She says softly, "Don't move, even if it hurts. Try to relax. I'm going to pull it free and, and bind it up. I'm Melissa." She knelt next to Laura, opening up the first aid kit. She dabbed some liquid that was labeled as an antiseptic onto a cotton ball and swabbed around the wound, then held Laura's leg firmly with one hand, carefully drawing out the glass with the other and setting it aside. "Please, don't move yet."<br/><br/>There was surgical tape in the kit. She started snapping off lengths of it and taped the edges of the wound together, dabbing more antiseptic on the wound. She put a gauze pad over it, and then firmly wrapped a bandage on top of that around the girl's leg.<br/><br/>Looking about, there was another unconscious girl, but there was nothing she could do about that except to pull her further up the beach, out of the water and over the high tide mark.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>