"Please just let me in!" Peter yells.
He'd been waiting extremely uncomfortablely outside the remains of the factory for about 10 minutes now. However, it felt like days. He soon realised the police will not let him through no matter what but he couldn't have that; Carla could be dying in there, as well as their baby and their was no way he'd just stand around.
Paramedics had gone in there a few minutes ago to try and save her but no one had heard anything. He couldn't bare it much longer.
"Michelle...I need your help." He mumbles.
"What?" She frowns.
"Can you distract that officer? I can't wait out here Michelle. I-I can't bare the thought of her in there all alone...absolutely petrified that she and our little miracle baby are going to die." He stutters.
"What do you want me to say?" She questions, wiping away her tears frantically.
"Ask about anything, I don't care. But when they start talking...I'm going to run in."
"Be careful Peter, it's unsafe in there." She says emotionally.
"I know but...I have to do this." He cries. "I have too."
"I understand. I'll do it now." She weakly smiles, placing a hand on his shoulder before walking to the officers.
"Do you have any idea what's caused the roof too collapse? Was it intentional or not?" She questions.
"We don't know anything until we carry out a full investigation. That'll happen tomorrow-..."
Peter suddenly sprints into the factory as fast as his legs can take him.
"Hey, stop him!" The officer shouts. "Any of you try that again, there'll be consequences."
"Carla!" Peter shouts. "Carla!"
"Who is this?" A paramedic replies loudly.
"Carla." He whispers, running over to where two paramedics sit. "Oh god..."
"You need to get out of here. It isn't safe Sir."
"Please let me stay with her." He murmurs, moving next to her head and putting a strand of hair behind her ear. "Oh darling."
"Baby, please wake up." He sobs. "Aren't you going to get her out?"
"We need to do this in the right way. If we just move her, it'll do more damage so we're waiting for more resources."
"Can't you move all of this?" He points to the heavy bits of roof which lay on her middle. "She's pregnant."
"I'm aware of that Sir but like I said, their isn't much we can do right now apart from keeping her comfortable." They explain.
"Pff, comfortable. She's dying." He almost laughs.
"We've put an IV in her hand and have an oxygen mask if she needs it. We have the equipment to help her."
"Mmm." Carla croaks.
"Carla. Carla, it's Peter." He whispers, placing a hand on her cheek gently.
"Peter..." she groans weakly. "It..."
"You're going to be okay. Just breathe." He reassures her, holding her bleeding hand.
"What's happened?" She murmurs quietly.
"It doesn't matter, baby."
"Carla, I'm a paramedic. I'm going to place an oxygen mask over you to help you breathe okay? Try not to worry." He places a oxygen mask over Carla's nose and mouth as she closes her eyes momentarily.
"It really hurts." She cries.
"I know, I know. You'll be okay" Peter sniffs away more tears which were threatening to fall.
"I'm so scared Peter." She weeps. "I'm so scared. Why aren't-...why arent they getting me out?"
"Well because you have some...stuff on top of you that can only be removed with special equipment which they don't have on them right now. We're waiting for the fire brigade sweetheart." He explains softly.
"But...I'm gonna die Peter" She whispers painfully.
"Oh no you're not. Carla no you aren't, please don't say that."
"I-I need to get out" Tears run rapidly down Carla's cheeks. "I don't want to die."
"Carla, stop talking like this."
"Pe...Peter, please get out...it's unsafe." She cries. "Urgh..."
"No, I'm not going anywhere." He shakes his head stubbornly.
"Peter...you need to do something for me..." She shakily says, her tired eyes looking up at him.
"Anything, sweetheart." He nods.
"Save the baby over me." She sobs, causing Peter to do the same as he shakes his head.
"Peter...please. They've got their whole life ahead of them...please." She adds.
"No..."
"If...our baby dies and I don't...it'll break me anyway...save our child, not me."
"Carla, you're both going to live. We don't have to have this conversation." He blinks away more tears.
"Save the baby, I don't mind. I want you too, please." She begs emotionally.
"No."
"Peter! Save the baby!" She shouts as loud as possible, which caused her more pain. "Ow."
"Carla, calm yourself down." The paramedic pipes up.
"Peter...after last time...we can't loose another child." She whispers.
"Okay." He murmurs quietly, biting his lip to stop himself from going into meltdown.
"Thank...you." She sighs in relief, but winces in pain because it hurt her ribs.
"I love you Carla." Peter mutters.
"I...love you...so much." She replies. "I don't want to leave you."
"You're not going to leave me. You'll be kicking and screaming in a few days."
"Ah..." she yelps as something slips.
"You've got to do something..." Peter turns to the paramedic. "Look at her."
"They'll be here very soon. Keep talking Carla." He replies but looked unsure.
"I...I knew...it was all too good to be true." She heavily cries. "This is fate telling me...I can't be a mum..."
"It's just bad luck." Peter says.
"N-No...I came so close...so close but if-if I listened to you a-and went to lunch..." Carla moans, angry at herself.
"This isn't your fault baby." He reassures her, gently stroking her head which was blood covered.
"How...how was lunch?" She whispers, Peter could tell the life was getting sucked of her by the second and it was getting a lot more harder for her to fight back and not give in.
"It was alright...Si got a milkshake and a burger but never finished it." Peter mumbles as he tries to distract Carla from the pain.
"I...I bet that made him angry." She weakly smiles, a laugh disappearing into thin air as she takes harsh breaths.
"No, he understands."
"He's a...good kid." She winces. "You...never let him out of your sight, d'ya hear me?"
"Your fiesty side hasn't gone then." Peter forces out a joke.
"A-and don't drink...when I'm gone okay? I know it'll be hard but...Simon and b-baby need you." She stutters, her voice barely audible.
"You're not going anywhere." He repeats, holding her hand tightly.
"I wanted to marry you again so badly Peter." She weeps. "I-I wanted to be a B-Barlow again."
"Yeah..."
"I just wanted what everyone else had...a husband...baby...family."
"And you've got all of that." He says.
"Too early..." she pants. "The baby is coming...too early."
"They'll stop that. You see doctors doing that all of the time."
"I want to name it." She suddenly says.
"We can do that when it's born." Peter suggests.
"Lily..." She whispers.
"Lily?" He questions, confused. "Why Lily?"
"A-Aidan's favourite flower...lilies." She licks her lips. "Lily."
"What if it's a boy?" He asks tearfully.
"Aidan." She announces. "Is that Okay?"
"I think those names are perfect." He smiles.
"Do you really think so?"
"Yes, I do. They're beautiful."
"I hope...I hope you're not just...saying that because I'm dying." She chuckles slightly, her face going slightly upwards which had multiple bruises, cuts and grazes on.
"Carla, please don't say this again."
"Whatever you do...don't call it Carla if it's a girl..." she laughs but it soon turns into wasted breaths and she runs out of air and starts choking.
"Carla, breathe." The paramedic places the oxygen mask over her face again.
"I think Lily is beautiful." Peter murmurs. "Our sweet little Lily."
"Marry me..." she pants, taking off the mask momentarily.
"What?" Peter suddenly says.
"M-marry me Peter."
"How?" He frowns.
"J-Just tell me your vows." She smiles.
"I haven't done them yet, baby. We only got engaged two days ago." He sighs.
"Tell me...what you would've said."
"Erm...Okay. Sweetheart, I don't even need to say all of this because you should know it already. I love you more than life. I-I can't imagine life without you and I will not imagine it. You're my everything. I know last time I said our vows, they were tainted and probably don't mean much anymore but...I still stick by them. Now you will feel no rain, because I'll be your shelter...You've given me everything I've ever dreamed of. You're my right arm, I need you. You help me, give me a reason to not turn to the booze...I don't even get tempted to drink when I'm around you because you're just...perfect. I know everyone says no one is perfect but they obviously haven't met Carla Connor. Words don't describe my love for you. You're beautiful, strong, smart, funny, fiesty-..."
"I love you." She interrupts, smiling whilst her eyes remain closed. "So...much."
"I know you do." He wonders if he'll ever run out of tears.
"Please...don't...drink." Her words fade away, her lungs having no oxygen.
"Carla..."
"Carla?" He repeats, her eyes closed. "CARLA!"
"She isn't moving! She isn't moving!" He screams.
"Move out the way Sir!" They push peter away. As they check her pulse, they give eachother a look before starting chest compressions.
"1...2...3..."
"No, no, no, no." Peter sobs into his hands.
"Keep trying." They say to one another.
"Fire Brigade coming through!" Multiple men shout as Peter looks up, a tiny bit of hope was left.
"Help her! Please, help her! I'm begging you!"
After a couple minutes, one of them speaks up...
"We've got a pulse."
Thank god.
Well that was a lot of angst writing, loved that! I hope you like this because I'm really enjoying writing all this depressing content right now! More of this will be updated soon. Also should point out, Carla will not be killed off in this story but that's all I'm saying...
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