This bit is kinda grizzly. Describes (not in GREAT detail, but detail) in detail the state of some of the burned bodies. So, if you're squeamish... I just don't want you throwing up or telling me I didn't warn you.

Sam opened her eyes and all she could see was darkness. She heard the sounds of flames crackling, metal groaning, people screaming; groaning; crying. Strangely, she could feel an intense heat scorch through her body and an implacable weight on top of her.

"Well, if this is heaven, I'm disappointed..." she muttered and her mouth was filled with a heavy material.

She tried shifting her body slightly to the left and groaned loudly when her already bruised hip ground across the hard floor.

"Really disappointed..." She groaned again.

Her hands were stuck: one beneath her body and one was crushed awkwardly across her abdomen. She again tried to see, and again she failed. She was actually trying really hard to gulp down a breath of fluff free air. She wondered where she was. She remembered being at the train station waiting to go to work and the train being late.

Then she remembered seeing the train trundle towards her and then a giant of a man - compared to her anyway - knocking her out of the way of the screeching coaches. Then her world went blank as her head came into contact with the hard concrete of the floor.

Holy shit: she was under the giant guy. The (if she remembered correctly) rather attractive giant guy. What if he was dead?

"Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap," she muttered against the think fabric of what she now knew was his coat. She could feel panic rising inside her: lying under a dead guy was not her favourite way to begin the day.

She tried pushing him off of her with her upper body, her hands and arms still trapped but to no avail.

She was trapped.

She stilled again and listened to the noises around her.

She could hear the wail of sirens: three distinct 'whoops', echoing loudly around her from down below. She could hear the heavy sound of the fire engines, hear the frantic cries of those around her. That train must have held at least three hundred people. She clenched her eyes shut as a wave of pain crashed through her head and she remembered the way the train had tripped off the tracks and came flying towards her, crushing countless of innocent and oblivious passengers.

Above her, she felt movement and she breathed deeply when the man above her raised his top half off of her. He let out an agonising groan and Sam instinctively reached up and put her hand on his shoulder, silently asking if he was okay.

He looked down at her and frowned, then tilted his head slightly. She felt his body tense at the action and she knew that he had sustained some sort of injury to his neck. He looked back at her with a look of relief mixed with agony, confusion and something she didn't recognise.

"Are you okay?" He asked, as he sat up slowly, every crease on his face indicating to Sam how much pain he was in. She noted his accent and realised instantly that he was definitely not American.

She herself sat up and took in the scene around her. The front carriage of the El was hanging over the balcony, hovering dangerously above the street below and she could see the driver's bloody face faced against the glass. Dead. Her eyes wandered over the carriage that was roughly thirty feet away from her feet and she saw that everyone in the forward carriage looked to be dead. Her eyes scanned across the battered and bent line of similar coaches and her face grew more contorted as she did so.

Flames poured from almost every carriage - especially the ones near the rear end of the train. She could hear the tortured screams of the few remaining passengers inside and she turned her eyes to the man sitting beside her. He was in much the same state of shock as she was, but she could see that his mind was not entirely on the scene before him. She reached her hand out and touched his shoulder again and he jerked around to lookat her face.

She took in his form. His dark eyes wide and staring, full of anguish, his nose bleeding (no doubt from an impact on her body), his top lip torn and bloody. His long legs were folded neatly in front of him - a sight she found amazing due to the sheer size of the man.

"Are you okay? Let me check you over," she said as she moved towards him but he shook his head and attempted to stand up.

"No, no. I'm fine, I need to help those who..." he looked past her head again and she followed his gaze.

There were people still trying to roll out the flames that encompassed their body and Sam could smell the distinct, putrifying scent of scorched flesh. She saw bundles already alight and unmoving. She looked away and tried to control the gagging sensation she felt within her.

She looked back to the man and saw him gripping his neck and squeezing his eyes shut.

She leaned over to him again and took his hand away from his neck.

"You need to get checked out before you go anywhere," she said and he looked at her with a sceptical look in his eyes. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," she assured him with a smile and he simply nodded.

She first looked over the injuries on his face: all superficial, his nose just bruised, not broken. Her hands skimmed over his shoulders but she was reluctant to remove his jacket: the last thing she needed was for him to catch hypothermia. She tried desperately to block out the torturous screams of those around her.

"How do your ribs feel?" She asked as she pressed them gently and felt him flinch away from her.

She raised her eyebrow and he shook his head.

"No, they're not broken. Just bruised from the way I fell," he muttered and lifted his eyes to her face.

She pressed her hands more firmly against his ribcage and saw him frown in pain. They were sturdy, unmoving.

"Okay, how about your legs? Can you move your ankles and toes?"

He nodded again.

"Okay, and your neck?" She leaned over his head to look at his neck and she inhaled quickly. "You've got second degree burns from the top of yuor back to the base of your skull," she told him as she gently pulled his collar away from his neck.

He hissed his breath out and it tickled on Sam's chest. She pulled her body back and looked at him. He seemed to be in a lot of pain.

"Is there any more injuries?" She asked and he shook his head again.

"I'm fine. I need to help these people, I'm a doctor."

Sam looked at him skeptically but eyed his green scrub trousers and pulled back.

"What about you?" He asked as his eyes roamed over her face and down her body assessing her injuries.

"I'm fine," she replied and he nodded. He saw the way she had been moving as she assessed him and knew that her injuries were not severe.

He made to stand up again but stumbled. Sam stood next to him and helped him stand. Once he was up, a nauseating sense of vertigo hit him and he leaned heavily against her. He closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them, taking in - again - the scene around him.

Water and foam were spraying over the carriages now but he saw no medical personnell. He frowned and wondered why, but when he heard an explosion coming from one of the carriages, he knew why: it simply wasn't safe yet.

He felt the petite woman beside him flinch and he pressed her shulder firmly.

"I've got to help some of these people or they aren't going to make it out of here," he took a step away from her and his eyes picked out the closest and neediest victim to him.

He made it two steps away from the woman before she was at his side again. he looked at her and frowned.

"Let me help you," he began to shake his head but she cut him off. "I'm a nurse," she motioned to her bottom half which he now realised were covered in blue scrubs.

He nodded and motioned her over to the young boy he had seen.

"I saw him moving around earlier, then he just collapsed."

The woman nodded and followed him to the young boy.

Luka kneeled down beside him and his fingers moved immediately to his neck to check his pulse. He felt it, weak and erratic.

"Pulse is weak and erratic."

He looked to the woman and saw her nodding as her eyes quickly scanned his body.

Luka felt strangely calm. Around him, mass hysteria was unfolding, people running around screaming, fire fighters issuing orders left and right, he could feel the soaring heat scald his already scorched nerves on his neck, feel sweat prickling at his hairline but there was a sense of calmness and authority about his words and actions.

His neck stung like a bitch and he tried hard not to reach his hand around and rub at it.

"Head lac, about two inches wide, quite deep." She paused as her hands drifted down the boys body. Luka looked at his face: he was about seven years old, with a parka melted at various parts and sticking to his body. His face was covered in blood, his lips swollen, his skin blistered in numerous places. He looked away.

"Ah... looks like a piece of metal's embedded into his abdomen, he's bleeding profusely," he heard her voice say and he winced and drew his lips into his teeth. He looked around at the rest of the bodies and wondered which one was his parents - if they had been here at all. He hoped not.

"Okay," he nodded. "There's not much we can do without supplies." He tugged at his jacket and gasped as he pulled skin as his jacket left his neck and shoulders.

"Here let me get that."

He looked up at her and saw her move towards him. He watched her face, he couldn't help it but she was attractive. She moved behind him and he felt her pause as she looked around her again. The snow had soaked her hair and the strands were hanging in loose curls curls around her face, the wind blowing her hair around. He felt her remove his jacket and move to his front again.

"Okay, put it over the wound and apply pressure."

She looked up at him with a raised eyebrow and an indignant look in her eye.

"Sorry," he muttered, remembering that she was a nurse.

He stood up and moved over to a body that was two feet from him.

A young woman with what looked like a baby in her arms. Luka gulped as he reached down and pulled the blanket away from the bundle in her arms. Horrified, he pulled back and his body hit into Sam as she stood behind him.

"Oh God," he heard her mutter. "It's just a baby..."

Luka nodded and lifted his eyes from the sight in front of him. He stood again and looked around.

"I tied your coat around his abdomen as tight as possibly to apply pressure to stem the bleeding." She paused. "I don't think he'll make it to the hospital."

Luka nodded and looked around again. He saw that an ambulance crew had been allowed in and he quickly made his way over to them.

TBC

My but that was long... I'll update soon!