Lights and sirens flashed before Hannah's half lidded eyes, she felt hands holding hers as a voice rushed over her. Suddenly, she was being carried off, a voice was shouting.
'I will not die!' She thought bitterly to herself, 'not now.'
A sharp pain ran through her already aching body, she looked up and saw Tom leaning over her shouting something.
"Catch that bitch." Hannah gasped.
As Tom looked down at her mangled body, he felt an overwhelming guilt 'I've caused this.'
He thought bitterly. Bill was standing a few feet away as Hannah was loaded into an Ambulance.
"Sir. A burly paramedic asked, looking at Tom. "are you going to go in the truck or are we just taking her?"
Tom looked over at Bill who was leaning heavily on Georg, trying not to throw up at the sight and smell of blood.
Though Tom felt horribly for Hannah, his first and only priority was Bill.
Bill waved a hand, showing tom that he could go.
"You sure?" Tom asked.
"I'll catch up with you later." Bill said as he placed his hands on his hips and looked toward the sky, trying not to burst out into tears at the pain that surrounded him.
A crowd had already gathered around the scene. Cameras flashed as the police tried to hold people back.
Bill and Tom's body guards looked as if they would rather like to hit something.
"So much pain." Bill mumbled.
"Sir, we have to go." The paramedic said in a hurried voice.
With one less last look at Bill, Tom sprinted into the ambulance.