Maya's POV:
It had felt like it'd been at least half an hour since I called 911 whenever people had finally come to our rescue. I'd seen at least twenty men and women come rushing in. Some were in protective clothing and had all kinds of equipment that was to help put out the fire that was still managing to spread throughout the entire building. Others, however, came rushing in with stretchers and all sorts of medical equipment. One approached me and began to ask me questions. Questions like 'Are you okay?' or 'Do you have idea how this happened?'. I, for one, wasn't even ready to answer these questions for all my focus was still on Riley. I needed to know that she was going to be alright. It didn't matter how much I was actually hurting at the moment. I knew that my best friend was much worse off than me. I knew that I could've at least tried to prevent her from getting this badly hurt. But I didn't. I just completely ignored her at the time that the subway was making those weird sounds. I had ignored her up until the point where everything went up into flames. But, boy, did I regret all that now. I looked up to the person who was currently talking to me and nodded quickly. "Y-Yeah. I'm alright." I straight up lied to their face. I certainly was not alright. I didn't feel alright in the slightest sense. As a matter of fact, I just felt horrible. As if I was about to have an emotional breakdown, actually. "But please. M-My best friend..She needs all the help she can get. Just forget me and help her, okay?" I whimpered quietly. I probably sounded like I was really freaking pathetic but I didn't really care.
"But, ma'am, it looks like you've got quite a few nasty cuts and burns. They're gonna need treated as soon as possible so we don't risk an infection." The person, a man actually, told me in a calm, yet firm voice.
"I don't care!" I snapped in an instant. I was really quite irritable to be completely honest. "My best friend is over there not breathing and you care about a couple of cuts and burns?! Go take care of her now!" By this point, I'm pretty sure I was in tears. But I had to remain strong, for Riley and her family who'd probably all known about the incident at this point.
"Alright, fair enough." The man sighed and walked over to the subway, which was just a few feet away. He was probably pretty upset that me, a twelve year old girl, was demanding him like that. But, it's whatever. It just had to be done.
"I need some help over here!" The man yelled. His loud voice made me jump slightly, making me wince in pain as my injured leg had moved during the scare. Then, as if on cue, a few buff men and women came running over to the subway and they lifted it up just high enough to move Riley out from underneath it.
I looked over at her whenever she'd been untrapped and saw blood seeping through her very torn up and burnt dress. I screamed whenever noticing the horrific sight. I never saw that much blood in my entire life! I was just hoping that this would just all go away. That this was all just some crazy screwed up dream. I hoped that I would wake up and go over to Riley's house to find her safe and sound. But this, this was reality. I was hyperventilating and just in tears. "R-R-Riles?!" I managed to choke out. I crawled over to her as quick as humanly possible. But in the process, I was made to go away. That didn't happen, however, without me putting up quite the fight. I tried getting over to her for a good five minutes before eventually giving up. People then carried me away to an ambulance so they could assess my injuries or whatever. I looked over the person's shoulder as they carried me away. I could see the other paramedics trying their very best to revive Riley but it just didn't seem like it was working out. It looked to me as if she had just given up. Her body looked just way too weak to even be able to regain any of it's ability to function properly. I wiped just a few tears from my eyes and muttered quietly before being carried out of the subway station. "I-I'm so sorry Riles."