Use the thong.

Aliana decided that she might as well use the last scrap of clothing that she had. After all, an infected and broken wrist was a lot worse than a lack of clothes. She used her good hand to untie her thong and carefully removed it from her body. As the wet sand covered cloth left her lower body, the French girl let out an involuntary sigh of relief. The thong was more uncomfortable than she thought. It felt like she had just removed a scrap of sandpaper from her vagina. The sensation of comfort only got better as the cool night air blew across her now nude body.

Once she removed the thong, she made her way over to the water and rinsed off as much of the sand as she could. Sand rubbing against her vagina was one thing sand rubbing against an injury was potentially deadly. Once she had thoroughly washed the thong, she used it to bundle up her wrist, restricting its movement. As she tightened the knot, Aliana gritted her teeth as the saltwater burned her sore arm. Once the pain subsided, she looked around the beach and tried to decide what to do next.

She couldn’t see anyone else on the shoreline, but the beach was large and seemed to go for miles. It was possible that if anyone else survived, they could have washed up further down the coast. Meanwhile, inland was a vast and very dense jungle. She could find some supplies inland, maybe a plant that she could use to better treat her arm, but it was incredibly dark, and she could easily get lost on the foliage.