*Back to Winnie's crash*
It was as if her guts had crashed first, they were on the winding road, the guiderail had broke under the bus' heavy weight.
"HOLD ON!" Donna said gripping the wheel tight as the bus slid, doing a corkscrew, it began a long trek down the hills.
Winnie heard crash and grinding of metal on rock, she held the support, but the cold metal slipped through her hands, causing her to tumble and rock through the carnage.
"AUH!" She cried hoping it would stop. "DONNA!"
She held her eyes shut, wishing Donna would say something. She said nothing as the bus continued tumbling, before everything went dark.
. . .
Pain. That's all Winnie was feeling, but something was changing, the pain seemed to ebb, she could see a light.
"I don't know what i'll meet, but I'm not ready, he doesn't deserve this." Winnie whispered.
Suddenly the pain shot back, but the light continued. Apparently a rumble could be heard as shouting occurred, and upon her clearing vision she could see she was looking up at a helicopter hanging overhead of the wreck.
"Ah!" She said feeling her neck for a shard of glass. "Jesus, okay. 1. 2. 3!"
She ripped the glass out and was grateful to see no spurt of blood, meaning her vein and artery were both intact, but then she looked to her left.
"Donna?" She moaned. "Donna! Wake up!"
From Winnie's spot she could not see the driver's seat, but she saw the airbag was deployed, and heavily punctured from the glass.
"DONNA!" She cried seeing her suddenly sloughing on her side, a bloody bruise on her forehead. "Wake up!"
She grabbed at the frame of the window to pull herself up, not even noticed the shards that sliced her hands.
"C'mon," She whispered pulling herself forward. "Donna don't be dead.
She finally dragged herself to the seat and saw there was chunk of metal stabbing Donna's thigh, but along with the bloody bruise, she couldn't see any other problems, but there was only one way to tell.
"Just gotta reach!" She moaned extending a hand to the belt buckle over head.
She put her hand far above her head before getting the slight grip she needed.
"Oof!" She said after the click released Donna.
She put a finger to her neck.
"C'mon! COME ON!" Winnie howled.
It took a second, but Winnie finally felt it, a very weak pulse.
"Ooh." Winnie said about ready to vomit.
"HEY!" Called a voice.
Winnie looked up and saw the helicopter had dispatched men to save them.
"I'll be fine," She said as they poured down from a rope ladder. "her, save her."
They followed her words and took to pulling Donna out of the car wreck.
"Now you miss." The man said offering a hand.
"Thank you," Winnie said taking his hand. "but I need a phone, can I borrow your's?"
The man nodded passing her an emergency cell.
"Mavis, it's Winnie, listen." She began hoarsely.