She wafted in-between waves of consciousness and futile fantasies, clinging onto what semblance of a life she had left. She could feel the debris clinging to the silhouette of her body, pressing against her skin in awkward directions.
She tried to move a little, but her actions caught her breath, leaving her only able to hiss in pain and bite her lip to stem her cries.
She looked around her, without moving her head. She could feel something warm and damp pressing against her head, something trickling down the side of her head.
She realised she must be lying on her bag, the metal clasp digging into the soft flesh of her waist. Her lungs tightened and swelled for a moment, forcing her to cough violently, smoke and dust aggravating her respiration.
It seemed ironic. She always was the one causing trouble, not usually falling victim to it. without having triggered it, intentionally or not.
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'Peter, Peter' Leanne scream running up to her fiance. 'I'm fine Lea, I'm fine.. Simon' he said, panting from running. 'He's fine.. he's with Ken and Deirdre, they're in the rovers, their treating people in there.. come on' Leanne said.
Peter nodded, desperate to see his son.. and make sure Carla was alright.
He scanned the room, which was heaving with residents and locals, most of them in tears and shock.
'Simon!' Peter said noticing his son sitting on Ken's lap.
'Dad' Simon cried. 'It's okay mate, we're okay, thank god your okay' Peter said putting his arms round Simon.
'What happened?' Peter asked his Dad who shook his head in a dismal response.
'It looks like the tram has come of the viaduct, I don't even know, it all happened so quickly' Ken said looking around the room.
Peter shook his head, 'I need to go out and help' Peter said, keen to find where Carla was and help anyone in need.
'No, Peter!' Leanne said.
'I need to' Peter said squeezing Leanne's hand and heading out into the unknown.