Sarah gasped as the screams of those around her split her ears. Matt was...out of sight, and the others had stopped playing and were rushing towards the stairs off the stage. Chris flung down his bass and sprinted down 4 steps at a time, with Dom hurrying behind him. He saw the sight before him and couldn't help a surge of panic arise.
Sarah pushed her way through the crowds.
"I'm a doctor!" she cried. "Let me through!" Well, it wasn't a complete lie. She'd got a degree in medicine, but then she'd gone on to do Psychology. The crowds parted for her in their panic but she soon found herself facing a barrier of safety guards that had previously been lining the front of the stage.
"You have to stay back," one of them told her. "Mr Bellamy will get medical assistance soon." She peered over their shoulders. Matt was lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood, completely paralysed. She screamed.
"I can help him! Please let me help him!" They glanced at each other, and then cautiously let her in. She flew down and ducked beside him, slowly rolling him into the recovery position. She couldn't believe something hadn't already been done. She then sought the injury. His head was severely damaged, and she felt tears roll down her cheeks as she put pressure on the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
Dom was crouched opposite Sarah, and he too found himself crying. He didn't mind that everyone could see him. Matt was his best mate, and he looked really bad. He caught himself, aware of Chris calling the emergency services urgently. He hoped desperately that they would be quick. You never knew what the traffic would be like in London.
And then they heard the blissful noise of sirens. The crowd hushed as they rushed in, sprinting towards the stage and hauling Matt onto a stretcher. They were wheeling him off within no time. One of the paramedics stayed behind to find out what happened. Sarah walked up to him.
"Can I go with them?" she asked. "In the ambulance?" Her voice shook wildly. The man looked shocked.
"I don't think that would be a very good idea," he muttered. "Do you even know him?"
"I helped him! I made sure he was alright!" Ish... "These guys were just standing here." And then Dom appeared at her side, nodding in her defence.
"That's true," he told the man. "She was very helpful." It showed how anxious Sarah was by the fact she didn't go all fangirly because Dom had his hand on her shoulder. The paramedic sighed, wondering why exactly this girl so desperately wanted access.
"Fine," he mumbled. "Come along quickly."
Sarah, Dom and Chris ran behind him and squashed themselves into the ambulance. There wasn't quite enough room, but they squidged in. The ambulance rocketed through the streets, and Sarah found herself thrown out of her chair a lot. She wished she could see which way they were going. All she could look at in this disinfectant-smelling room was Matt's brokenness, Chris' blank face staring straight ahead or the distraught posture of Dom sobbing in the corner. She felt her heart break.
Surely not. Surely this couldn't be the end. Something had to be done to save them.