'That looks like it is going to give way' Peter said noticing a large piece of wood, groaning under the strain of the collapsing buildings around it.
He stepped forward, trying to see if there was anyone about, and gasped when he saw her hand.
He recognised her slender fingers, and silver ring immediately.
'Carla' he whispered, falling to his knees and trying to peer in a the mess of wood and brick and rubble.
He couldn't see what position was in, but he could see she was lying awkwardly, her head tilted to the side a little, a fine trickle of blood delicately traced her cheek.
'Carla, Carla, it's me Peter' he said, touching her hand gently.
She was so cold, he enveloped his hand around hers, feeling her soft skin against his own.
She stirred a little in response to his touch.
'Should have known it would be you to find me' she said, her beautiful humour ever present.
'Yeah, well, you know me, couldn't keep away' Peter said, relived to hear her voice.
She mumbled something, her face contorting as she moved.
'Your in pain' he said gently.
'Ten points' Carla said, trying not to exhale too much as she spoke.
'I'll get help, you wait here' Peter said.
'No' Carla said, crying out loudly as she'd pronounced the word so harshly.
'Carla, I'll be two minutes, please' Peter said.
'Don't leave me, Peter don't leave me please' Carla said.
'I'm not leaving you, I'm getting help' Peter said.
Carla felt fresh tears rolling down her cheeks.
'I'm begging you, don't go' Carla said trying to tighten her grip on his hand but failing, however Peter felt her fingers curl a little.
'Carla.. don't give up' Peter said sensing a change in her.
She chuckled a little. 'Always a fighter me'.
He felt as though he could waft his hands through her words, they were as transparent and vacant as the smile she wore ever day.
'Hey, your a good man you know.. staying with me' Carla said as Peter made a gesture for a paramedic to come over.
'Your my friend, I wouldn't think otherwise' Peter said moving over for the paramedic to see to Carla.
'What's your name darling' the paramedic said.
'Your not my Peter' Carla said.
'My Peter' Peter whispered to himself, smiling, he probably shouldn't, but right now he liked it, and he felt like he belonged to her.
'No love, I'm a paramedic, come here to see what's happened' the paramedic said, his voice comforting.
'Carla' Carla said softly, her words dissipating into the night air.
'Carla, I'm going to need to see what's happening, can you tell me where it hurts'.
'Right now, I feel numb' Carla said.
'Where?' the paramedic asked.
'My legs.. my hands' Carla said.
'Can you feel me, I'm holding your hand Carla' Peter said.
'I want to.. but I can't' Carla said