In sticking with the AU feel of this… Ford never freaked out… I like him too much so he's here when he shouldn't be…
…oooOOOooo…
bombs go BOOM…
The door to the balcony was around the next corner. Turning that corner meant going from the pristine lines of ancient architecture to the chaos a bomb creates. Connor didn't stop as quickly as I did, almost tripping over me. Lights flickered, glass fragments scattered across the floor like confetti. The force of the explosion had been sizeable, what else could cause these walls to crumble like a kid kicking down Lego walls. Quickly I made my way though the mess finding the door that lead to Viv and Owen, hopefully they somehow survived this anarchy. The door doesn't opening at my presence, not surprising, one side is pushed in from the blast, leaving a gap I can wedge my hand though. Hopelessly I try to push the other side open; it's not completely bent out of shape, it might retreat along its tracks. Connor and Radek are quickly on either side of me, pushing and pulling, attempting to muscle the door open.
It seems like forever, like hours to crack the doors far enough to squeeze though. Radek followed, I hear lots of new commotion back in the hallway. That had better be the medical team. Someone called for one didn't they, I didn't, I'm afraid we're going to need one. Wait… that's Carson's voice, thank goodness. There's not much debris laying around, the only things that were here to be destroyed where the radio telescopes, they pack up small, but unfolded they were close to six feet in diameter. Okay, there are two of the dishes, or at least enough pieces to make two of them
"Em!" Connor yells behind me. Turning I find the last dish smashed in the corner, with Vivian and Owen smashed behind it. They must have tried to dive behind it, using it as a shield. I'm sure it was better then nothing, but it still blew them across the balcony, sharply sandwiched them into the wall. The three of us carefully but swiftly pick the crumbled dish off them. Suddenly there are several more people crowding us; looking up as I lift off the last piece, I see Carson hovering over both of them, checking for vitals.
"I've got pulses, but they're both very weak."
Someone is pulling me back, out of the way of the medical team; it's Radek. Getting my first good look at my colleges, my friends. It looks as if they were both trying to cover and protect each other from the blast, they both had the instinct to save each other. "Oh, my god," exhaling quietly, how did this happen. The long antenna, usually centered in the dish, is now sticking out of Vivian's back.
"Get the backboards over here…" Carson yells back at the door. Most of the conversation and words passing between the medical team are as foreign to me as the Czech that Radek is always spewing out. I do know that things aren't good, I can hear that much in Carson's voice. Sheppard came though the once narrow door. He and Ford managed to open it further, they both disappeared at Carson's command into what once was the hallway, reappearing with backboards. I want to rush forward, be at their sides, help my friends in anyway, help move their lifeless bodies. Connor held his hand on my shoulder, he knows what I'm thinking.
"There's enough people with them already, they know what they are doing."
Ford and Sheppard, come on, what do they know about triage? They've seen combat injuries I guess, and Ford is familiar with explosives, he's dealt with explosion victims perhaps. Stop it, stop second guessing them. They know what they are doing. Carson is still barking orders as they all move toward the open door. Owen is flat on his back, neck braces, is there any part of him not covered with blood? Viv is slightly on her side, they haven't pulled the antenna out yet. They both have clear masks over they face, being pumped with air, doesn't that mean they aren't breathing. My only medical knowledge comes from watching 'ER' as sad as that is. Oh this is bad; bad, bad, bad. I follow the gaggle of people as close as I can. Waiting around the corner were the gurneys, which weren't able to rolled past the debris. Once there, they moved though the corridors as fast as they could. Sheppard and Ford backed off once Viv and Owen were on the gurneys, and had fallen back with Zelenka. I can only assume they were securing the area, making sure nothing would collapse, listing what was salvageable and what was lost.
…oooOOOooo…
They won't let us in the infirmary; I can't even see anyone anymore from where I stand in the hallway. No one came out to see us, I hope that's a good thing. I hope that means that they are still alive. Connor and I have taken up residence on the floor, directly across from the doorway. Back to the wall, knees to my chest, I rest my head on my arms. Slowly and quietly I hear Connor stand up. "You leavin' me?" not even having the energy to look up at him.
"I thought you were asleep."
"No," how in the world could I sleep, my gut in twisting and tying too much.
"I can't just sit here anymore, I doubt the dishes are salvageable at all; but I'm going to check…help pick up and stuff, I need to keep busy. Let me know the second you hear anything."
Looking up, I give a week smile and nod, "No problem."
He smiled back, "you look like crap."
"Yes… thanks… just what every girl wants to hear."
"Yeah… okay… let me know." Slowly he walks away. My head falls back to my arms; ouch, that hurt, my head weights a lot.
…oooOOOooo…
"Emily,"
"What!" I snap awake, bolting up to a sitting position. I had been laying on the ground, I must have fell asleep, someone had stuck a pillow under my head and a blanket over me. Rubbing my face awake, "Carson, how are they?"
He's kneeling on the ground, "Owen is stable for now, a few broken ribs, lots of cuts and bruises. We stopped the internal bleeding, and set his arm, it was broken in multiple places. He should be fine."
"Viv?"
"Unfortunately Viv took more of the blast…"
"Is she okay?" No, please don't let her…
"I'm very sorry Emily…"
I couldn't say anything else, I tried, my throat closed up. Days worth of emotions crashed though the wall I had built around me. I try to look past him, trying to find my friends though the doorway. My legs don't work when I try to stand up, I just clumsily fall forward. Carson catches me, silent tears fall onto his lab coat. "It's okay, I got ya" he whispers quietly. I cry for more a friend that I will never see again; I cry for my own failure that caused her death, for myself, and for the pain and memories of the past days.
…oooOOOooo…
alrighty people… only one more chapter… it's mostly written I just have to go over it again… R&R pretty please.. with a cherry on top…