"ZOE!" I scream. But it's too late, the car's rolling, there's glass flying everywhere, the airbags have deployed, I can't even see Zoe any more and I'm scared, she hasn't replied.
"Zoe! Zoe please!" I scream, still no reply. Suddenly, I feel a sharp, stabbing pain in my left leg. I let out a long scream, it's muffled by the airbag though, I feel like I'm being suffocated, I can't even see what it is that's hurting me. The car skids to a halt on its roof. As fast as I can, I push the airbag as far out of my face as my arms can handle. Zoe's unconscious and bleeding, badly. I struggle a bit as I manoeuvre my hand to the door handle. By the grace of some soul that must be looking out for us, it does open. I squirm out of the car as best I can without pushing the piece of metal, that's now stuck in my leg, any further into my leg. As soon as I'm out, I run round to Zoe's Side of the car. Her door does not open, but I have to get her out, I can smell petrol. As it is only about half past six, the roads aren't busy, hardly anyone even knows there's been a crash let alone come trying to help us. The ones that have seen are late for work, they don't stop either. I bolt back around to my door, grab a piece of sharp metal from the ground and burst the airbag. I then burst Zoe's as well.
"Zoe, can you hear me? Zoe!" I give her a shake, she still doesn't wake. The smell of petrol is getting stronger. I put my arms around Zoe and do my best to pull her from the car as gently as I can. It's not easy and I don't know if I'm causing more damage or not, I feel really quite sick over it. It takes a while but I manage to pull Zoe out of the car. Once out, I drag her up the side of the road to what I believe is a safe distance. It is extremely lucky that I have done this because, just as I'm laying her, gently, down on the Tarmac, the car catches fire. I scream again. For a couple of seconds, I don't have a clue what to do, then I notice, I have my phone in my pocket, and it's intact. I unlock it, thankfully it has no password, and head straight to the contacts to find Michael's number. I hit call.
"Hello, what's up?" Asks a chirpy Nick
"N-nick? It's A-Amy."
"Amy what's wrong?"
"I-It's Zoe. S-Some, idiot, c-cut a red light. She w-won't wake up, I can't g-get her to w-wake up. Michael. You have to come, y-you have to c-come save her!" I cry into the phone.
"WHAT! Amy, tell me exactly where you are, I'll bring the paramedics. Dixie, Jeff!" I hear him shout. "We need to go, Zoe's had a bad car accident." He tells them. I'm assuming they are the paramedics.
"We're on the cross junction at the e-end of Reed s-street."
"Okay. Amy, you said she was unconscious, is she breathing?"
"Um, h-hold on" I bend down and listen at Zoe's face to check her breathing.
"Yes b-but it is s-slow."
"Oh god. Get her into the recovery position, do you know how to do that?"
"Yes."
"Do it." I lay the phone down on the road and gently put Zoe into the recovery position.
"Okay. Are you nearly here?" I ask.
"We just got into the ambulance, stay calm we're coming."
"I can't stay calm! Zoe's unconscious! And she's bleeding, bad."
"Oh, don't. Just try to stay calm, we're on our way." It's surreal. I can hear the man in the car that hit us, he's screaming, I don't dare leave Zoe but, and the paramedics are coming. Besides, if he's screaming, he's alive. Not that I'm even remotely worried about him anyway. I pull a lock of Zoe's, hair, out of one of the gashes on her face and put it behind her ear. I'm crying. I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe this has happened to Zoe. Zoe who's become a mother to me in less than 24 hours, who doesn't care that I'm not hers, but has taken me in anyway and loved me just the same. Please God let her survive this! I'm crying, and shuddering with the pain in my leg, and from the glass that's embedded in different parts of my body. Also, my nose was smashed with the airbag, seriously hope it hasn't broken it. The ambulance speeds towards us and skids to a halt just metres away. Nick gets out and runs to Zoe's side, medical pack on already. Before I can even process the situation, he has an oxygen mask on her and has her hooked up to a machine measuring her pulse and what not. He's also got a litre of saline running into her arm, one of the paramedics goes to treat the man in the other car, the other tries to treat me but I refuse.
"No! Zoe, save Zoe." She's reluctant, but she has to do it, she can't treat me if I've refused, which I have.
"I'm so sorry Nick, this is all my fault!" I cry.
"How could this be your fault? You didn't do this." Says the paramedic.
"I sh-should've seen the other car! I sh-should've been able to w-warn her!" The paramedic turns to me and pats me on the back.
"It wouldn't have made a difference sweet, the other driver is drunk and was indicating to turn into your lane, in a way, it's better like this because, otherwise, he would have hit you head on."
"I d-don't care! I j-just want Z-Zoe to w-wake up!" I wail. Nick and the paramedic, Dixie, have got Zoe onto a bed and are currently putting her in the back of the ambulance. A second ambulance has arrived for the other driver. I sit next to Cathy in the back of Zoe's Ambulance. Nick wanted to sit there but, as Dixie wanted to keep an eye on me, should I faint or suddenly need some form emergency treatment also, I've ended up in the back. I hold Zoe's hand, I want her to know I'm here and that I'm worried, seeing as I can't tell her this, I feel like crap.
"Zoe, please, w-wake up now." I whisper. Nothing happens and I sink back and begin to cry again. I knew she wasn't going to wake up but I really want her to, and she doesn't. Dixie puts an arm around me and says,
"Come on sweetie, she'll be okay. I promise." Nick beside himself, he can't stop worrying, he keeps talking to her too. Nothing seems to be working.