~~Inside the building~~
Mac starts to wake up and move all the rubble off of him. Something falls through from the floor above. Mac notices he has blood on his shoulder and takes his jacket off.
Mac: Flack! Layla!
He moves some more rubble out of the way so he can move. He finds the guy with the headphones.
Guy: Over Here.
He groans in pain while Mac moves some rubble off of him.
Mac: Can you move?
The guy nods.
Mac: Come on.
~~Layla's POV~~
I woke up and looked around me I look to my right to see Don. I moved the rubble off me and moved over to Don. I hear Mac.
Me: Mac!
I look up to see Mac walking over to us with the guy from earlier.
Mac: Don. Don!
Me: Help me move this off of him!
Mac helped me get the rubble off of Don. Once We got the rubble of him, we saw a big hole in his left side.
Me: Mac. What do we do?
Mac: You're gonna be OK. You're gonna be OK.
he said to Don.
Don: (Faint) OK.
I felt like crying when I heard his voice.
Mac: Just hang on. We're gonna get you out of here.
Mac & I looked around and noticed Blue powder all over the floor.
Me: What's all the blue stuff?
Guy: I...ink powder. There's a copier on the floor above. It must have fallen through.
Mac looked at Don's wound. I was so scared. Scared that I might lose him.
Guy: Oh, God.
Mac looked around us. He picked up a bottle of water and rinsed his hands with it.
Me: What do we do?
Mac: You're gonna talk to him. Make sure he's OK.
I nod my head.
Me: OK
I said barely above a whisper. I lean down to Don and hold his hand. Mac then opened his shirt and wiped his hands on his vest top underneath. He then looked around in Don's wound.
Mac: Shoelace.
He said to the guy. He immediately took off his shoelace and gave it to Mac.
Me: You're gonna be OK, Don. You're gonna be fine. We have a date tonight, remember? You better not be late.
I laughed, my voice strained. I was scared. I didn't want to lose him, I just got him back. I can't lose him.
Don: (Faint) OK.
I looked at him. He squeezed my hand, I squeezed it back.
Mac: I need your help. Rinse off.
He said to the guy and handed him the water bottle to rinse his hands with.
Mac: Hold this.
He handed the guy a flashlight. He held it up so Mac could see what he was doing. Mac then took the shoelace and put it underneath Don's artery.
Mac: Give me your thumb and your forefinger, right now.
He hesitated. I did not want to lose Don because this kid would not help. I turned to the guy.
Me: If you don't give him your thumb and forefinger, so help me god I will knock your teeth so far down your throat you'll need to shove your toothbrush up your ass to clean them!
He looked at me scared. Mac looked at me in shock but went back to helping Don. I leaned back down to talk to Don. The kid gave Mac his thumb and forefinger.
Guy: OK, OK.
Mac: Clamp down, right on top of my fingers.
The kid whimpered. I didn't care, I just wanted Don to be alright.
Mac: Press.
Mac then tied the shoelace around Don's artery and managed to stop the bleeding.
Mac: Let go slowly.
The guy moved his hands away.
Guy: OK.
Mac moved away slowly.
Guy: How...how'd you know what to do?
Mac: I've lived through this moment before.
Mac takes his shirt off.
Mac: Search and Rescue will be here. Grab something and start banging around. Make some noise.
Guy: You...you think we're gonna make it out?
Mac: If the oxygen holds out and we don't get another collapse. Come on, make some noise.
Guy: OK, OK.
I just lay there talking to Don, talking about our childhood and all the fun times we had. I hope we get out of here soon and Don gets to a hospital. I don't know what I would do if something happened to Don.
Me: We're going to get out of here, Don. I'll make sure of it, then we can go out for that dinner you were talking about.
I smiled. Mac looked at me.
Mac: Do you know Don?
Me: I know about half of your team.
Mac: How?
Me: Well, Stella, she was the lead CSI on my friend, Cassie's murder. I know Danny because we were in the police academy together and Don...
Mac: How do you know Don?
Me: We grew up together. Our parents knew each other. We were best friends, you could not pull us apart no matter how hard you tried. Then he left for the academy. He followed in his fathers footsteps. I never saw him again after that, until now. 11 years later. He asked me to dinner tonight when we were walking to the crime scene.
I said smiling at the memories I was reliving.
Mac: We will get out of here, OK? Don will be fine and you will get to have that dinner, OK?
Me: OK.
The guy was banging on the walls with a metal rod.
Guy: Can anyone hear me? Help!
Mac then rips his shirt and stuffs a bit of it in Don's wound.
Guy: Help! We're in here! Help!