Hiya! Welcome back to When it comes crashing down! This chapter is, I think, my longest? And it is mostly from the perspectives of the paramedics Dr Ollie Watkins and Dr Bella Davis. You may also see the name Fryers, this is another paramedic Dr. Kit Fryers, if you were interested! Don't worry most of next chapter is all greys! I hope you like these characters, this is a thrilling chapter Enjoy!

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WATKINS- Thank god, finally Bella was here, Bella was my 'sister', we had gone through medical school together, paramedics training and so much more, we were often known as the 'trauma twins', right now that didn't seem so funny…

Bella was jumping out of the helicopter which had managed to land about 10 metres from the plane, she was holding hordes of medical bags under her arms with a stretcher carried in the other, swaying back and forth as she hurdled over the wreckage, she stopped rigid as soon as she got here. Dropping the stretcher, she was obviously in shock, I hadn't completely gotten over it myself, but we had to move. And quick.

"Jesus, Ollie- you said it was bad, but this is fucking horrifying!"

"I know Bel, but we have get them out of here, call Fryers and get the rest of the team over here!" I shouted over the rumble of the helicopter,

She and Kit went to get the other victims while I dealt with Meredith. It was already a fucking miracle that she was alive, but she wasn't going to hold on for long. I took the stretcher from Bella before she had gone to the others. In the rush of it all I had to carefully lift her body off of the ground and away from the puddle of her own blood. If the other victims hadn't been surgeons and known how to deal with these wounds she would be long gone. Maybe she would last… it's up to us now.

I secured the C-Collar on her neck and strapped her down to the stretcher, my hands were no longer shaking finally reclaiming the stillness I mastered with Bella in the skill labs, the adrenalin was taking over the shock. I strapped the Velcro down and after Fryers got here, we lifted her up with a grunt, then looked at each other. As soon as my eyes met his, we exchanged a look as if to say… 'run'. We began sprinting with the stretcher to the helicopter, it looked like Bella had found all the others, I didn't have time to see how she was doing. I spun my head around, people were rushing back and forth with medical supplies, shouting from the helicopter to the wreckage, then there was a scream which pierced through all the conversation, it was chaos.

All I could do was focus on Meredith numbing all my other senses, my eyes darted from her to the helicopter every second, I needed to get her out of here or she would bleed out. The stretcher was bumping up and down as Kit and I jumped over the scraps of metal littered over the ground.

Finally, we made it to the helicopter, I stepped up carefully picking up the stretcher with me, just as Kit jumped in, I looked at Meredith, her blue eyes were staring straight at me.

DR. BELLA DAVIS- I ran towards the first body I could see, it was a young woman, probably in her 20s unconscious on the floor. Her chestnut hair was splayed over the muddy ground intertwined with strands of blood. She looked a bluish-grey, but that may have just been the lights from the helicopters, everyone was running around me, dashing towards other victims, with supplies in hand. Ollie was somewhere dealing with the worst of it, he had got here first so went to the most urgent ones, when I saw him kneeling next to one of them, he was in the zone, he always got like that in trauma, nothing shook him. But this must have. His body was concentrating but his eyes were petrified.

I ran my hands over the woman checking for injuries, until I found one. A big one at that. Her hand was butchered by something, a make-do bandage had been tied over it but it wasn't helping, she was still losing blood, and before long she would be past the point of no return. I ushered one of the other paramedics over here with a stretcher, he helped me urgently get her frail frame lifted onto the bright yellow stretcher, her dirt stained face fell to the side and her hands fell off the side, she truly had no strength left, but the other paramedics had her now, she would be ok. I needed to go check on the others, it looked like Kit and Ollie had gone already on the heli-evac, I grabbed another stretcher and ran towards the last body I could see, it was a man, I think, I could barely see in the flashing lights of the helicopter. My brain was spinning with the commotion of the whole situation, the noise was overwhelming, but I finally managed to get to the man. He was unconscious on the forest floor, with his hand over a coat on his stomach? Why would he do that, it was freezing out here, he probably had hypothermia by now. Unless he wasn't using the coat to keep warm, please no… please no…. please just have taken it off for someone else…. Please don- I was right. My suspicions were confirmed, he was using it to cover up a wound, to stop it from becoming infected. But it hadn't worked, the bruises and gashes on his stomach were severe and most likely infected badly. I lifted the coat carefully off of his stomach and down onto the floor drawing all my attention to the sheer size of the gash, it was in his lower abdomen and needed immediate attention, but as I looked around at the pandemonium, that wasn't going to happen. We had to get him out of here. I called an intern over, obviously a very overwhelmed one at that, their eyes were wide with horror when they saw the man's injuries but proceeded to kneel down and help me lift him onto a stretcher as well as putting on a temporary bandage to his stomach. But as I lifted him up, I noticed his hands were covered in blood, shit. I fumbled the stretcher back down to the floor and lifted his hand up, getting closer in to find the injury which I must have missed. But as I kept on looking there was no evidence of a cut or graze or anything… I looked down to the ground to be met with the pool of blood which was inevitably from the woman he was next to.

He was holding her. That is why his hands were bloody.

MG- There was light, that's all I saw, light flashing through my eyelids, a buzz of pain coursed through my body as soon as I gained enough consciousness to have the capacity to feel it. I could barely feel anything anymore, it was just like a pressure on every part of my body. A pressure, a pressure which was building. Building and building until it felt like a car had just been dropped on me. My mouth felt locked shut, I was struggling to breathe through the pain like Ellis always told me to. But I just couldn't ignore it. My face tensed as I winced but even that hurt, I have no clue where I'm injured, it's just a matter of where the pressure feels heaviest. And I know Derek did something to my legs, but it was all a smudge of a memory now. My eyelids burnt as I heaved them open, a wash of bright white light greeted me, I strained to make anything out past the blinding white. I began to make out a silhouette, Derek? We-we, need to leave, we need to find a hospital, its hurting too much now- I need to get back to Zola…. I strained again, I can't get up if I can't see, I tried lifting my head, but something was holding it down. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, I needed Derek, the silhouette was becoming clearer though, it was saying something, but I couldn't make it out behind the rumbling.

DR. OLLIE WATKINS- "Hey, hey, shhh- it's ok, you're ok ", I exclaimed while looking into her wide blue eyes as she struggled against the C-collar, I heard Kit close the helicopter doors and attach the stretcher down. Meredith's eyes were terrified, dashing back and forth but constantly looking to mine for some sort of reason or explanation. I kept on looking at her as my hands flew from the first aid kit to her injuries, it was getting worse. As I tried to speak to calm her down, I attached the electrodes to the tiny spaces of her chest which weren't cut or bruised. I fumbled with them, plugging them into the heart rate monitor, finally I hooked her up and a beeping began to sound. I held my free hand down to Meredith's to try to offer her any semblance of comfort, but she must be in agony and it was going to get worse before it got better. I used my other hand to pull a bandage around her shoulder. Just as I finished getting it around the wound, I pulled my other hand from hers to secure it, at the same time, the helicopter made a grand rumble and began to rise of the ground. As it happened and as my hands were just pulling away to start treating her head wound, the beeping increased rapidly, becoming worryingly fast for my liking. I flicked my eyes to the heart rate monitor… she was crashing. Shit. Her whole body which had previously been squirming in pain was now limp.

I froze.

As I stared at Meredith's lifeless body, the noise of Kit shouting, the helicopter blades spinning, the static from the radios all dampened to almost nothing. I couldn't hear anything… anything except the painful sound of the beeping becoming a flatline.

Oooooooh! Sorry about the cliff-hanger! Stay tuned for next week to see what happens. Thanks for reading again! Wow, I love hearing from you all, even if it is just proof that someone is actually reading this, make sure to leave a review and like or follow or whatever you do. To be continued…