The halls of the Hospital were busy with the sounds of countless wheelchairs being pushed down the halls. Streams of doctors and Nurses ran rapidly through the rooms, checking patient's wounds, bandaging them, and wrapping countless amounts of gauze around heads, arms, legs, and other portions of the body.
A shout came from one of the rooms, indicating that the patient did not wish to be there. Another voice followed the first one's speaking soothing words, calming the other person in the room. One of the Nurses came out of the room, shaking her head, mumbling something in Gaelic and something about Americans being so impatient.
Her eyes roamed the hallway, watching, listening and observing the chaos that surrounded her. The Hospital had transformed into a war zone within the a few hours after the first patient was admitted. She closed them for a moment and took a deep breath, so that the tear that so desperately wanted to escape, couldn't.
How could all of this happen? She remembered the church, the ceremony, the smiles on many faces from friends, family and the Royal guests. And then the shooting, which haunted her memory. The Cobra Vipers bursting in first, shooting at random, followed in by the low rank Cobra Agents. She heard the screams in her mind, the panic and fear. Then a voice filled the air, "Allie!" it called out, loud, panicked, and full of fear.
She watched in horror, two Cobra Vipers running up the aisle, their guns in the air, shooting, hitting her best friend in the leg. Flint rushing towards his bride, punching one of the Vipers but was too late, as the other, turned, aimed and fired. She watched in shock, his body flying in the air, as a bullet entered his arm. The last memory of them on the floor, holding each other's hand tightly and not moving.
Everything became a blur, scenes rose from her memory, becoming alive once more. Repeating the horror once again, surfacing it back to reality. It seemed more like a movie, a fantasy, that never occurred. But her mind tugged her, It did! It happened! It was real!
Another memory came to focus, the last sight of Cover Girl, who had been standing next to her, trying to help several guests, then going down. No!
She spotted Roadblock fighting a few Cobras Vipers , then he too disappeared.
A bullet passed, missing her side by an inch. She looked up and saw him, closing in, a deadly look upon his face. She remembered kicking the snake with one of her martial arts moves, hitting him in the face and sending him backwards, dazed. A scream came from next to her, a plea for help. The Viper attacked once more, she threw herself towards him. The flower girl! He was going after the flower girl! No! her mind screamed. Not the child!
She twisted her body in an angle, shielding the child from the Viper. A punch! A kick! But his counterattack--sent her flying, backwards, towards the stairs. She felt herself falling, her head meeting with the marble floor. Pain shot through her body, and a moan escaped. Then the world began to spin, her eyes grew heavy. Sleep, her mind commanded, sleep. Sounds tried to enter her ears.
A voice rang, strong like a church bell, "Shana!" She felt a strong body on top of hers, her head whirled, throbbed. Her eyes barely opening, glimpsing the short blond hair close to them. His skin touching hers, the smell of his aftershave, his heart beating close to hers. Then the darkness began to take over, sending her down, plunging into the pits of blackness.
Then awaking, feeling the smell of smelling salt. Her head pounded, a large bruise covering a large lump. But she was fine, lucky.
Her eyes shot open, her breathing came faster, her heart began to pulse quicker. A tear escaped, trailing down her check, then another, until they began to flow in streams, down both of her cheeks. She leaned against the wall and released the pain in her heart, and for the first time in months, Scarlett sobbed.