Hello lovelies sorry I took so long to get this up but here's the next chapter written by myself and InfinityAndOne, hope you like the chapter, review if you want and thank you to everyone who did review xx

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Once the paramedics had finished assessing the Walking Wounded, they joined the other paramedics who were stood by the car which was hanging over a cliff – currently trying to be secured.

Taking each movement as slowly as he could, wary of the danger and the empty air below the car, Jez joined Iain in the back who was trying to assess the damage that had been caused. Shocked, he laid eyes upon three girls, covered in blood. Two worryingly unconscious, and one starting to stir.

He spoke as calmly as his mouth allowed him to. "Hi, my name's Jez – I'm a paramedic." He watched in slight relief as her head turned towards his voice, before Iain tried to hold it still. "It's okay; you've been in a car accident. Can you tell me your name?"

She looked extremely uncomfortable but did start speaking. "Uh… L-Laura…"

"Breathless," Iain noted out loud. "Hello, Laura. I'm Iain and I'm a paramedic too, okay? Can you tell me where the pain is?"

"M-my chest… I can't… I can't b-breathe…" she gasped, trying to move her hand to her chest to seemingly ease the unbearable pain.

"Right, Laura – you're trapped which is why you can't breathe very well. But don't worry; we'll get you out and to the hospital in no time," Jez reassured, trying to comfort the distressed young woman. He shot a worried glance at Iain, both knowing it wasn't as simple as that.

Laura went to move again. "We're going to need you to keep as still as you can, alright?" Iain said, and she muttered a yes. "Would you mind telling us who everyone else is? Are they your friends?"

"Yeah… err…. L-Luke – the driver. Hah-Hannah is n-next to – ugh – next to him. Natalie is n-next to me… and then," she paused and gasped for breath, "is Selina. P-please… make sure they're o-okay."

"She seems less disorientated," Iain told Jez, who nodded in agreement. "Jez, go and find out how long 'till we can get them out?" he instructed as he began distracting Laura while as he attempted to treat her as best he could. "So, where were you going?"

"It's H-Hannah's 18th and we… we thought night out was what she needed." She gave a breathless laugh. "Obviously not." Then it seemed to hit her fully and a muffled sob escaped her bloodied lips.

Iain's heart pounded in his chest as Natalie began to shake about in a panic. The car started to tip further and Laura screamed.

Laura sucked in a deep breath, wincing slightly. "N-Nats, it's me. It's Laura. You're okay, p-please don't worry. Don't p-panic, yeah? It's o-okay, we're all g-going to be okay, I p-promise," she soothed, silently praying to whoever would listen that her words were true. Natalie stopped shaking and instead stayed deathly still, but the car tilted further.
Jez ran back with the fire crew, who finally started to cut Laura out.

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Back at Holby ED, word of the RTC had spread like wildfire and it was all hands on deck (as Charlie had put it). The team consisted of Ethan, who had been called in suddenly and was still exhausted after his late-night Salsa class, David and Louise. As the ambulance swung into the bay and the doors were thrown open, the three rushed to the casualty's aid. They grabbed parts of the trolley and darted through the ED doors and into resus while Jez reeled off information.

"Right, this is Laura – aged 18. She was trapped for approximately 30 minutes, KO'd at the scene but regained consciousness while still in the vehicle. Showing signs of a blunt chest trauma and suspected minor head injury. BP is 120 over 80, SATs are dropping rapidly," Jez said, looking at the monitors.

"Okay, let's get her in Bay 1. I want a head and chest CT, cross match 2 units of O-Neg. Erm, let's get FBCs and try and stabilise her," Ethan shouted over the hustle and bustle.
He spoke calmly so he wouldn't frighten Laura and removed his stethoscope from around his neck, placing it on her chest. "Hi Laura - I'm Dr Hardy, but you can call me Ethan. I'm going to look after you, okay? Can you tell me where the pain is?"

"My chest, n-ear my h-heart," she gasped trying to take the oxygen mask off.
Ethan replaced it, "you're going to have to keep that on, I'm afraid. It will help you, Laura."

She nodded reluctantly and let her arm fall to her side.

"Laura, do you know of any heart problems in your family – or do you have any?" he asked her, assessing her vitals and examining the monitors.

"I-I don't and n-not in my family, I d-don't think. P-please… how are t-the others?" she asked Ethan worriedly.

"I don't know, but I'm sure they will be fine. They're in the best hands. Let's worry about you for now," he smiled to reassure her.

"CT can take her now," Louise mentioned and Ethan nodded.

"Is there anyone I can call for you?" Ethan asked.

Laura didn't get to answer and Ethan watched in shock as her monitors started going crazy.

Connie confidently strode in, immediately taking control. "Dr Hardy, what are you thinking?" she asked him, walking over to his patient.

He was shaking and hoped his voice didn't shake too. "There's a bleed coming from… somewhere. It must be internal. It must be!"

"Right, give me the CT scan results."

"She hasn't had one yet, we were just about to when she went off," he explained.
"Okay, I need an Echo. Now!" she shouted. Laura was young. She couldn't lose her.
The Echo was brought towards her and Connie expertly handled it.

"She definitely has haemothorax and its restricting her breathing," Connie said, observing the screen. "We need… can someone call the surgeons and tell them they are needed right now!"

"I missed it…" Ethan whispered as David went to make the call.

A sympathetic look passed across Connie's face. "She's not long been here. Don't worry, we all do it."

David walked up to them, a grim expression on his face. "They can't take her for another hour and a half."

The sympathetic look was quickly replaced with an angry look.

She looked Laura up and down and glanced at the monitors. Then she faced Ethan. "If this poor girl has any chance of survival we're going to have to perform a thoracotomy down here. She will not last an hour and a half."

The truth hurt and Ethan just felt a knife stab at his heart. She was 18.

"Ethan, can you do this?" she asked the terrified doctor seriously and Ethan slowly nodded his head. "Good. Let's save this girl's life."

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