Estela

Estela woke up with a pounding headache, feeling as if she had been struck by a force a thousand times stronger than a hammer. Fuck... my head... I feel... Urgk! She vomited, expelling what little was left in her stomach. Hours of unconscious drifting on the waves had wreaked havoc on her insides. She attempted to stand, but her shaky legs wouldn't cooperate, forcing her to sit back down. Taking a deep breath, she surveyed her surroundings.
A horrible feeling dawns on her, stranded on an island all alone. Then she hears a faint cough. Behind some wreckage she sees أنت, she pulls them out and checks their pulse.

“Hey أنت, stay with me! I’m not figuring this out on my own.”