Lost Part Two

His head was spinning .
He bushed his hand against his forehead collecting a couple of threads of hair,
Surprisingly soaked in blood. Her pulled his hair slowly, tightly, from top to bottom.
Two table spoons dripped off it.
His head had been bleeding, it took him a moment to realise he had a gash from the tip of his head, partly balancing by one centre meter of skin.
He tried to step up, but one of his legs were dead.
He managed to get up with his two arms and remaining leg.
He hopped over to a crowed of people. He nudged passed a few, till he was in sight of the main thing that had attracted everyone in the first place.
A couple of strong men were attempting to lift a large part of the plane jet off a passenger. It had cut deep into his legs. They sledged it out slowly, hoping not to dislocate anything.
The man screaming loudly in pain, from what Axelle could see.
Axelle suddenly lost the feeling in his other leg and collapsed to the ground, face plunged into the sand.
He turned himself around using both his hands, and rested on his back.