Help Wanda

"Hey Jane, your brother works North Beach doesnt he? Where is he? I'm gonna probably need help to get out of here... I dont think im gonna be able to walk much at all... Not without a lot of help anyway." The red-haired girl said, sighing.

"If you're sure you can't walk great, then I'll go find him. He should be down that way, closer to where the actual entrance onto the beach is. Give me a minute..." Jane said, walking off into the distance away from both of us. I couldn't help noticing the continued flashes of glances in my general direction, which led to me trying to hug what little I was managing to cover closer to my own body. I had crossed my legs in front of my front at this point, and hugged them tight against my body.

I watched the red-haired girl extend her hand in my direction, smiling. "My name's Wanda by the way... Nice to meet you..." She said, wincing as she tried to sit up. Her attempt to sit up was immediately followed by her falling back down into the sand, and groaning with pain.

"Woah, don't do that! Your leg is pretty much incapable of supporting much of any weight. I..." I said, clamoring over to her as I saw her become overwhelmed with pain. "You are gonna need to be carried out of here. I think that you might actually HAVE to go to some urgent care, if you are in this much pain..." I say aloud. Wanda manages some form of a weak, pained nod in my direction, as i see a single tear roll down her cheek.

I hear a pair of footsteps quickly approaching in the sand, and turn around to see Jane sprinting back over, followed closely behind by a shorter, red-haired man wearing red swim shorts with "LIFEGUARD" printed across them in bold white letters. He had a toned, but far from muscular figure, and I couldn't help noticing he seemed to be shorter than everybody else by at least a few inches. He did a double take as they came to a stop over me, which led to a wave of embarrassment at being seen naked by what I guessed was Jane's brother. I stood up in a hurry, and went back to hugging my arms over my naked body in an attempt to preserve what little modesty I could.

"Woah, you werent kidding! She really is naked!" The brother exclaimed, smiling with what could be best described as a dumb, surprised grin.

"Yeah, you think I would lie about that??" Jane said, looking at her brother with a raised eyebrow. "God Nate, you're so stupid."

"Hey, I thought this was either some joke, or a way you thought you could convince me to come over right away! Which... I mean it worked, but still!" Her brother said, his eyes turning towards his sister with an annoyed expression.

"Whatever, this isnt about the naked girl! Wanda got a bad cramp, and now she's basically unable to walk. We need help carrying her out of here, so we can take her to the doctor. Any chance you could give us a ride in your truck?" Jane asks, pointing down at the pained girl in the sand.

"Oh! I... Sure, I guess. Hold on..." He said, taking his bag off his back, and fumbling around inside it for a few seconds. He then produced what looked like two bundles of sticks tied together by a thick piece of fabric. A little more fumbling with the bundle of metal sticks, and it began to look vaguely like a stretcher!

"Alright! We can just take her with this! Here, lets get her off the sand..." Nate requested. Jane and Nate attempted to lift Wanda off the sand, which was met with a lot of groaning from Jane, and some struggled grunting from Nate. After several seconds of struggling, they managed to lift Wanda the short distance required to get on the stretcher.

"What the hell, why aren't you lifting??" Nate exclaimed angrily at his sister.

"I am dumbass!!!" Jane spat back, shooting him a dirty look.

"No, you aren't! Or you're barely doing anything! I can tell! What gives??"

"You try swimming and treading water for over an hour with no practice! I can barely even stand as is!" Jane said, blushing a bit. She looked over to me, the duo apparently finally remembering I exist.

"Sorry, could you carry the other side? I can't be of much use trying to lift her out of here as I am. I don't know how you aren't about to pass out..."

"I can probably do that..." I answer, trailing off as I look down at my body. If I help lift her onto the stretcher, and help carry her off the beach, I will have no hands with which to cover myself. I would have to walk with everything completely uncovered, because my hands would be busy holding onto the stretcher...