Chapter two
As people dared to venture outside of their cars, people began to ring for help where as others were too terrified to do anything. However, there was no movement from the dented ambulance on the roadside.
"Jeff?" Dixie asked, her voice all shaky and sounded no louder that a mouse. "Jeffrey?" Dixie asked again but there was no reply. Dixie was staring out of the cracked window, unable to see Jeff face to face, only as a reflection and he didn't look too good. She slowly turned her head and discovered the slumped figure of her partner on the dashboard, blood dribbling from a wound on his head.
"Oh my God, please no!" said a panicked Dixie. "No, no, NO! Jeff? Please answer me!" Dixie began to shout but no voice returned or broke the silence. This was the one time that Dixie wished that Jeff would break the silence with one of his terrible jokes, at least that way she would have known he was ok.
Dixie leaned over and placed two fingers on her partners neck to check for a pulse. "Please let there be something, anything!" Dixie pleaded just as she felt a faint heartbeat.
Dixie turned to the ambulance door nearest her and tried opening the handle but it was no use – it was jammed closed. Dixie moved slowly and steady as far as she could over the stationary body of Jeff and stretched towards his door but it was no good. The ambulance began to quiver and creak causing Dixie to move back suddenly, yelping in pain. A sharp pain had shot up her leg forcing her to examine it more closely as she discovered that her right leg is trapped. Even if she did manage to open a door, it would be useless as neither one of them could move.
As time went by, Dixie had no choice but to sit there. She occasionally checked her partners pulse and was always a bit more hopeful when it was still there. However, Jeff still hadn't moved and was still unconscious and Dixie wasn't looking too good anymore either. The pain in her leg was getting worse making her drowsy, her head was aching causing her to go dizzy whenever she moved and she was getting a bit short on breath.
"This is a great time to have asthma isn't it Dix! And you can't even move to get your inhaler." Dixie said to herself whilst trying her hardest to keep herself awake.
In the distance, the sounds of sirens were beginning to approach spreading a feeling of hope over Dixie. Never in her life had she been so happy to hear the sound of a fellow ambulance.
"Jeff, can you hear that? The cavalry has arrived! We're going to get out of here, please wake up Jeff! Please!" Dixie said desperately. "I can't get through this by myself." It was suddenly dawning on her how close she is to Jeff and how much it is hurting her seeing him like this.
Car doors were opening and being slammed closed as medics frantically hurried about trying to get to the masses of patients.
"Help!" Dixie shouted but was unable to shout again as she was struggling to get her breath. All she could do was sit and listen to the rapid footsteps nearby, hoping that they will find them soon. Dixie could feel her eyes getting heavy, they were beginning to droop, she was going to go to sleep, but just as she closed her eyes a familiar figure appeared from round the rear side of the ambulance saying "Wakey, wakey Dixie, it isn't quite bed time yet!".
