Set the night of the tram crash, the only difference that Leanne's hen night was held in the Joinery and Peter's stag do was in the Rovers. Sorry not a very imaginitve title.

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Pain.

All she could feel was pain.

She could feel the weight of something holding her down, pinning her legs, she couldn't move. Dust was falling down onto her, causing her to cough, each cough sending a spasm of pain through her. She tried to swallow but her mouth was dry. She could feel something digging into the top of her leg, it was sharp and was slowly cutting into her skin.

'Carla?'

'Oh my god Car, Maria we've go to get her out.'

Leanne scrambled to Carla's side, closely followed by Maria. The pair seemed to have only suffered cuts and bruises.

'Carla can you hear me?' Maria's voice.

'Yeah.' Carla croked.

'We're gonna try and move some of the rubble Car, just hold on.' Leanne said as she and Maria cleared some of the smaller bricks from around Carla's body.

'Leave me, c'mon you've both got kids.' Carla said.

She didn't have anyone waiting for her at home, no one who was really worried about her.

'We ain't leaving you Carla.' Leanne said, giving Carla a small smile

'WATCH OUT!' Maria screamed as another load of rubble fell on all three of them along with a cloud of dust.

As Carla coughed and breathed in a huge amount of dust she cried out in pain as something in her back clicked, shooting pain down her body and sending a wave of nusea with it.

After a few minutes the dust had settled and Leanne and Maria both went to Carla's aid. There was a metal bar crushed into Carla's lower body, and without moving it then they wouldn't be able to get her out.

'Try calling someone Maria, maybe there's a signal now.'

Maria pulled her moblie out of her pocket, luckly it hadn't been cushed as Leanne's had been.

'Leanne...listen to me... you've got Simon to think about... Maria's got Liam...Just leave me.' Carla pleaded, struggling to breathe.

'We're not leaving you Carla and thats final. Got any signal yet Maria?'

'No not yet. Hang in there Carla we're not going to give up on you.'

..

All the guys from Peter's stag do were trying to clear the rubble, to try and find anyone alive. They had managed to get Cheryl and some of the factory workers out, all with minor cuts and bruises.

'Whos still in there?' Nick asked as he and Peter were searching for people.

'Umm, Maria, Carla, Leanne. Why can't we hear them?'

'There could be 10 feet of bricks between us and them, we've just got to keep looking.'

'Where are the emergancy services, they should be here by now' Steve asked, worried sick that Max was somewhere under the reckage.

Lloyd ran up to the others. 'There's been a major car crash on the M62, all the police and ambulances where there when the tram came down.'

'So how long are they going to be? For all we know there could be people dying down there.' Peter snapped.

'They just said that they would be as quick as possible, Dr Carter's opening up the medical centre until more help arrives.'

'We're just going to have to keep looking then.'

..

'Look Carla we're gonna try and move you yeah, that okay.'

Carla nodded as Leanne and Maria shifted the metal bar off her body, trying not to scream out in pain.

Leanne wrapped her hands around Carla's waist and with help from Maria they mananged to move Carla a few feet. They layed Carla down before Maria stood up.

'If we don't get her out of here soon, she's a goner.' There was another creak of wood beam threating to snap.

'She won't be the only one.' Leanne said.

..

Once the fire crews and ambulances had arrived everybody was pushed back behind police tape.

'People are trapped possibly dying, why is no one looking for them.' Peter pleaded.

'I'm sorry sir but the area is unsafe for the general public.'

'Well obviously, a tram has just come crashing through a bar but there are people trapped under there and all you are doing is stopping people from helping to look for them.'

'Please we are doing all we can.'

Peter growled in frustration and put his hands on the back of his head. Nick put a hand on his shoulder.

'Leanne's going to be fine Peter, the fire crews know what they are doing.'

Peter nodded and smiled at Nick but only thought was whizzing through his head.

It's not Leanne I'm worried about.

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