Dawson slowly started to regain consciousness as she opened her eyes she remembered where she was. In the abandoned building, there had been an explosion. She slowly sat up as her ears rang. She looked around as the dust was setting.
'Shay' she bellowed. She looked back to the vacant spot where she was before the blast had shoved her forcefully 10 feet away from where she was last. That is when she saw Shay, lying there not moving. She quickly scampered across the dusty floor get to Shay as fast as she could.
'Shay, come on girl, come one. Please be alright please.' Dawson whimpered.
Shay was still laying there unconscious, with blood dripping down her face, her mouth slightly open. As Dawson began to assess her partner's injuries she began to cry, not only for Shay but herself. She couldn't stop thinking that if they had not switched positions it would have been her in this position not Shay. She would have done anything to switch positions with her best friend and the woman that held her heart.
Running her hand over Shay's neck she realised the blond woman had no pulse. Dawson frantically started compression, hoping someone would come and help her. The radios were out and she didn't even know if the boys upstairs were alive. She put all her attention and energy on saving Shay.
As she pushed down on Shay's chest she put every ounce of energy she had. She just prayed that help would be with her soon.