The Plane

Cora coughed and a trail of blood seeped over her bottom lip before it flowed down her chin while Margo watched in horrified silence. It took her a second but then she leaned up between the seats. Her face was right next to Antione's.

"Turn us around. We need to get her to a hospital." Margo told Antione frantically.

"Margo we can't…" He started only to be cut off.

"Turn around now damn it. I can't let her die." Margo was panicking.

"Margo, listen to me. That is what they want. If we don't get on that plane, we will all die tonight. You know this." Antione told her as gently as he dared with the dire situation they were in.

"Cora needs help now. So does Jared." Margo whispered dejectedly.

"We will get them help. We'll land on the Cayman's in a few hours. Until then all we can do is hope they hold out. We can't stay here." Antione said softly.