This will possibly be confusing at first but it will become clear when I finally decide to write the last chapter. P.S Told you it wasn't finished yet.

Dogs ran over the rubble tails wagging madly in the morning air. The city was silent. Mourning. Not everyone escaped. The remains of the ED had shocked everyone to the core. The rubble lay still; only moving when the dogs ran over the brickwork. The rest of the ED staff was in hysterics. They had lost four of their finest. Tom couldn't be found anywhere; no one knew where he went. How could they?

Lorries had been brought in to help clear up the remains of the ED. The beeping of the vehicles reversing was the only sound to break the silence. The roads had to be cleared; the blast had completely blown the place apart. It was unlikely for them to find the bodies intact.

Most of the community chipped in helping to lift heavy rocks that were once comforting walls and throwing them into the back of the lorry. By the time they started had the roads cleared and started to tackle the ground where the ED once stood, it had turned dark. The work took everyone's minds of the fact that they were only searching to find blood on a brick, human tissue wedged in between steps or a bone crushed under a wall with the flesh hanging off it.

Then they found something. Bodies. People. Dead and wearing dog tags. They were crushed under the doorway. Badly, carefully and slowly that day revolved around getting the bodies out as quickly and as respectfully as possible. The soldiers that were sent to evacuate the entirety of the building; their families were called. Devastation hung in the stale air, they had served to protect their community little did they or anyone else know that it was one of their own who caused the tragedy.

The bodies were excavated one by one. Limbs missing, hanging on by a thread of skin, organs crushed. All features of what were fine and handsome men had been replaced by ravaged features. It was a day no-one wanted to neither remember nor forget. The funerals were held privately and each proud soldier was remembered and awarded for his bravery.

Days had passed since and they had yet to find another scrap of evidence suggesting anyone else was in the building. The clean-up was slow and tedious. In a day's work they could only ever clear a small portion away. They always returned home dusty, tired and exhausted yet unable to sleep. It continued like this for almost a week. The dogs could find no human scent. It was devastating. The community has left, gave up, no hope remained.

Holby City hospital was shaken to the core yet work had returned to normal in the main building. Fear was still spattered in the air. All hope had left them. Tess had been discharged with a hefty bandage. Tom couldn't be found. Hope.

The stillness and the cold of the night. The howls in the misty air. The pang of loneliness. Clouds obscuring the moon. Silent shocks of pain. Cold. Dark. Dreary. Rust. Dust. Soft. Hand. Arm. Body. Comfort. Sleep. Light. Sounds. Running. Crying. Lost. Voices. Heard. Repeat. Still not found. Yet. Another day. Light. Sound. Emptiness. Hope.

It had been fourteen days. Dawn had just broken and the sound of heavy machinery filled the air once again. The work men were the only people in sight. They set up and then had a break talking about the game last night. Work commenced clearing the brick and steel support rods. This had become a tedious task. They had got so far yet they still had to be careful in case. Just in case. This was a pain; it was clear to all from the mess caused that anyone who was in that building had died in an excoriating way. Hope.

And then they found it. Blood. And lots of it too. Pools of the dark red almost brown or black congealed liquid – if you could call it that. Work continued; the police were called. Caution was an understatement as to what was happening down at what once was the ED. Now every wall, every brick and every scrap of dust was investigated and they were all the same colour… blood red. Hope.

Human flesh hung eerily waving gently in the cold mid-morning air. The actual human – nowhere to be seen. Only parts of them scattered here and there. A skull crushed found under a small collapsed wall. A hand severed by broken glass. Hearts destroyed by the people everyone thought could be trusted. Clear up happened quite quickly that day despite the overtly placed cautions and health and safety orders. Hope.

Screams. Panic. Heat. Close. Sniff. Noise. Scratch. Pain. Voices. Metal. Rust. Hunger. Thirst. Fear. Comfort. Anger. Confusion. Empty. Hope. Gone.

They had brought the dogs back again, although the scent of blood was so overpowering they couldn't catch anything. A few of the dogs sniffed the same area more than once and showed signs of wanting to tell their masters what was there. A few paw scratches that were only met by loud sounds of grinding metal.

Pain. Groan. Voice. Help. Help. Help. Noise. Movement.

Once again work continued until the late hours of the night. Track of time was lost and eventually it was witching hour. The darkness enveloped them. Strange noises could be heard. Foxes… probably… maybe… possibly… was it?

The noise was heard more audibly this time. A soft groaning noise, followed by a shuffling sound. Shouts went out at once, all hands on deck, ED staff, police and the army were called. Forty two pairs of hands worked at lightning speed to clear the rubble around where the mysterious sounds where heard. More and more people gathered, flood lights were switched on, movement could be seen – this was it. The moment everyone had been hoping for – it was here.

The first sign was the colour blue. Scrubs. What else could it be? The blue thing became more visible as a pile of dust covered wood was removed of the top of the lump. The lump was a leg. It moved slowly, the moaning intensified. Now it was a scurry to try and get this person out, whoever it was.

The light was blinding. It was madness after god only knows how long the light of day could be seen in all its horrifying glory. Was that daylight? The noises around grew louder, more frightening. People, voices, words. Words, worried words. Fast words. Hands touching. Relief, a weight had been lifted… literally.

A few more hours in after the initial discovery and the team of people were ready to remove the last piece of rubble to allow the medical staff in to treat what once was a leg. One man lifted a piece of wood and quickly threw off to the side. People. Not just a leg. They were embracing each other. No. Shielding – the man was shielding the woman. He got the worst of the blast. His clothes torn and cemented in to his skin. The blonde hair of the female moved slowly in the night air, drifted over the man's face almost smothering him. Robyn was the first to recognise the pair… Sam and Tom. Alive… somewhat.

Quickly the pair were removed and lowered onto stretchers and sent by air ambulance to St. James' at the other side of Holby. The target was now to find the three remaining people or bodies that had yet to be accounted for: Zoe, Ash and Fletch. The pressure was on…

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