Am I alone?

Hi everyone, so last night I was feeling very sorry for myself as there was no Casualty :( so I wrote this fanfiction kind of based on the trailer for next weeks episode but kind of not... Hope you enjoy it :)

Issy xx

The blue sky lay above her, no clouds to be seen. Mountains peaked into the sky, their snowy tops perfectly in line with one another. The air was cold, but the warm rays of the sun warmed Zoe's face, poking out from beneath a large bobble hat and thick ski wear.

She trudged through the crisp white snow, her feet crunching through the ice, leaving tracks on the blanket, untouched by nothing but a bird, whose peculiar shaped footprints stood out against the clean sheet of snow. She was going nowhere in particular, just walking along, taking in the scenery.

There was no noise but the crunching sound of her boots, and the occasional rustle of the wind winding its way through the branches of the tall pines. She passed a large mountain, and that was where she stopped.

The snow was streaked with red, a figure lay in the snow, at his leg, a huge gash was visible. Zoe's eyes widened, she knew who that was, it was Max. She let a muffled gasp, and ran over, taking off her cream coloured scarf, and wrapping it around his leg. His face was pale, and his eyes closed. She felt his face, ice cold. Her fingers went to his wrist, a slow weak pulse was there, she sighed withy relief, and sat back on her knees.

She felt for her phone, usually in her jacket pocket, was a small rectangular lump, but today it wasn't there. Zoe could've cried out with frustration, she leant forwards and kissed Max on the cheek. His face was so cold. She felt again for his pulse, and couldn't find it. Tears left her eyes, she couldn't have done anything. They were in the middle of nowhere, and she couldn't contact anyone. Salty tears ran down her cheeks and dropped onto Max's face.

Things started to go blurry, and suddenly she felt like she was being thrown up in the middle of a torpedo. Everything turned black as she was whirled round and round. Voices rang out like sirens.

'Why did you let him die?'
'You could've done something!'
'Maybe you could've saved him'
'Why were you so stupid to leave your phone?'
'He didn't deserve to die.'
'What if he hadn't died.'
'What if'
'What if'
'What if'

The voices carried on for what felt like hours. She lashed out in the darkness, but felt nothing, she was aching and her head was pounding. The voices carried on tormenting her and screaming in her ears from all around, but she could do nothing to stop them.

Suddenly she sat up, her eyes jolted open and she gasped for air. Her forehead was covered in beads of sweat, and her body was tangled in a mass of sheets.

Zoe fumbled around for the light switch, flicking it on. Her eyes darted to where Max usually slept. The bed was empty. She let out a sob and pulled her knees to her chest, burying her face in them. Her body shook, the tears wetting the duvet.

The bedroom door opened and Zoe's head snapped up. Max's worried face appeared around the door, soon followed by the rest of him, carrying two mugs of tea.

'Were you having a nightmare? I was woken by you screaming.'

Zoe nodded her head and Max set the cups of tea down on the bedside table. He got back under the tangled covers, and was immediately embraced in a hug.

'Thank goodness you're alright.' Zoe mumbled into him.

Max frowned, but returned the hug, holding Zoe tight as she continued to shake, holding her tight in his arms until morning came.