Can't do anything the easy way
A/N: I tried to write this a few different ways but the easiest way was to do this from each of their own points of view....it might get confusing but I'll try to keep it so that I don't accidentally lose anyone along the way.
Carter's pov.......
My eye lids were heavy as I fought to open them. I was hanging upside down; screams and sobs filled my ears. I braced myself as I undid the seatbelt trying not to fall. There were injured people all around me now. I reached up and helped the woman that had been sitting next to me down. She didn't appear to be injured badly. We were both upside down, disoriented from the smoke and being tossing around like rag dolls. I put my arm around her as I tried to find a way out of this mess. The plane doesn't resemble the plane that I got on just a few hours ago in London. I have never seen anything like this before. The train wreck that I had to help on scene didn't even look like this. I got her to the exit the best I could, stepping over broken seats and strewn baggage. It looked like something out of an action movie.
As I got her safely outside I knew that there were more people in there that needed me help as I turned back to help others. I rush back into the plane stumbling as the smoke is thick and almost blinding, I pull people from seats, untangle them from what they are wrapped around, laying under, laying on top of. Each person I help, I know has to be someone's mother, father, brother, sister, son or daughter. I would have wanted someone to help my loved ones if they had been on this plane and able too. I must have helped 40 or 50 people out of the plane before a firefighter pulled me from the wreckage. Outside people where sitting or standing. Some in shock, some bleeding, some no longer here on this earth, and I count my blessings right there and then that I was not seriously hurt, that I was still walking and talking, that I was alive. I could see triage tents not far from where the plane had come to a rest, but my help was needed here right now. I attended to those who I could help. It wasn't long before someone asked me if I was a doctor. I told them that I was, that I had been on the plane. After what felt like an eternity they pulled me away from the wreckage itself as I slowly walked towards the triage area. Thoughts of finding Abby now are the only thing I can think of...............
I helped the last triaged patient into the back of the ambulance and closed the door. There was still no sign of Carter anywhere. I didn't know if he was laying somewhere bleeding to death or if he had been one of the casualties. It broke my heart not knowing. I looked across the field at the wreckage that was scattered all over the runway. I had never seen such carnage in my life. Bags tossed, things that belonged to those people were scattering to the wind. People had been walking around almost in a zombie like state. The shock and horror of what they had been thru clearly painted on their faces. I had seen, or rather I had thought that I had seen just about everything working at County, but after this I knew that I was wrong. There was so much I hadn't seen, so much that I hadn't done. The world could be a cruel place, life and death were not a stranger to me, I had watched people die, that was part of the job, holding their hands as they took their last breaths, making their transition from the world as easy as we could, as pain free as humanly possible.
There walking away from the plane surrounded by firefighters and medics were a figure that I would have recognized anywhere. Even after months of his absence. My heart leapt as he was walking this way. I let the tears of happiness and relief fall down my cheeks as I took off at a run, as fast as my legs would carry me towards him. All of the anger, hurt, abandonment that I had felt left me. He was alive and home, that was the only thing that mattered to me right now. I didn't stop running until I had my arms around his neck. Holding onto him as if he was a lifeline in a turbulent storm. I reached up and kissed him. I had never been so overjoyed to see anyone in my life. This one moment in time could last forever for all I cared. I broke away from him burying my head against his chest. "Thank god you're alive." I was still crying. As I felt his strong arms holding me tightly. "Abby," I hear his voice say, as I felt his hand run down my back. "I thought that I was never going to see you again." I pull back away from him looking him in the eyes. I can see the tears that are misting in his dark brown eyes. The same eyes that I had fallen in love with so long ago. "You're here now and that's all that matters." I say to him as I lean back into him, "that's all that matters now."
THE END!
A/N: I tried to write this a few different ways but the easiest way was to do this from each of their own points of view....it might get confusing but I'll try to keep it so that I don't accidentally lose anyone along the way.
Carter's pov.......
My eye lids were heavy as I fought to open them. I was hanging upside down; screams and sobs filled my ears. I braced myself as I undid the seatbelt trying not to fall. There were injured people all around me now. I reached up and helped the woman that had been sitting next to me down. She didn't appear to be injured badly. We were both upside down, disoriented from the smoke and being tossing around like rag dolls. I put my arm around her as I tried to find a way out of this mess. The plane doesn't resemble the plane that I got on just a few hours ago in London. I have never seen anything like this before. The train wreck that I had to help on scene didn't even look like this. I got her to the exit the best I could, stepping over broken seats and strewn baggage. It looked like something out of an action movie.
As I got her safely outside I knew that there were more people in there that needed me help as I turned back to help others. I rush back into the plane stumbling as the smoke is thick and almost blinding, I pull people from seats, untangle them from what they are wrapped around, laying under, laying on top of. Each person I help, I know has to be someone's mother, father, brother, sister, son or daughter. I would have wanted someone to help my loved ones if they had been on this plane and able too. I must have helped 40 or 50 people out of the plane before a firefighter pulled me from the wreckage. Outside people where sitting or standing. Some in shock, some bleeding, some no longer here on this earth, and I count my blessings right there and then that I was not seriously hurt, that I was still walking and talking, that I was alive. I could see triage tents not far from where the plane had come to a rest, but my help was needed here right now. I attended to those who I could help. It wasn't long before someone asked me if I was a doctor. I told them that I was, that I had been on the plane. After what felt like an eternity they pulled me away from the wreckage itself as I slowly walked towards the triage area. Thoughts of finding Abby now are the only thing I can think of...............
I helped the last triaged patient into the back of the ambulance and closed the door. There was still no sign of Carter anywhere. I didn't know if he was laying somewhere bleeding to death or if he had been one of the casualties. It broke my heart not knowing. I looked across the field at the wreckage that was scattered all over the runway. I had never seen such carnage in my life. Bags tossed, things that belonged to those people were scattering to the wind. People had been walking around almost in a zombie like state. The shock and horror of what they had been thru clearly painted on their faces. I had seen, or rather I had thought that I had seen just about everything working at County, but after this I knew that I was wrong. There was so much I hadn't seen, so much that I hadn't done. The world could be a cruel place, life and death were not a stranger to me, I had watched people die, that was part of the job, holding their hands as they took their last breaths, making their transition from the world as easy as we could, as pain free as humanly possible.
There walking away from the plane surrounded by firefighters and medics were a figure that I would have recognized anywhere. Even after months of his absence. My heart leapt as he was walking this way. I let the tears of happiness and relief fall down my cheeks as I took off at a run, as fast as my legs would carry me towards him. All of the anger, hurt, abandonment that I had felt left me. He was alive and home, that was the only thing that mattered to me right now. I didn't stop running until I had my arms around his neck. Holding onto him as if he was a lifeline in a turbulent storm. I reached up and kissed him. I had never been so overjoyed to see anyone in my life. This one moment in time could last forever for all I cared. I broke away from him burying my head against his chest. "Thank god you're alive." I was still crying. As I felt his strong arms holding me tightly. "Abby," I hear his voice say, as I felt his hand run down my back. "I thought that I was never going to see you again." I pull back away from him looking him in the eyes. I can see the tears that are misting in his dark brown eyes. The same eyes that I had fallen in love with so long ago. "You're here now and that's all that matters." I say to him as I lean back into him, "that's all that matters now."
THE END!