Jeff's P.O.V
I stumbled after Tom ,confused,he just sat in the road amongst the destruction next to the remnants of a bike "Tom what's going on?" I asked placing a gloved hand on his quivering shoulder,he didn't reply he just sat and shook . I made my way to the passenger of the first car,hoping Tom would follow suit but he erratically began to search the area,checking neighbouring fields,and the side of the road, the insides of the car "Tom mate, come and give me a hand immobilising this guys neck" he looked startled, as I interrupted his deep train of thought but he came over all the same, placing his hands on the unconscious patient's blood stained neck while I did the primary survey. "Tom whats wrong? Talk to me mate" I asked calmly but Tom's eyes were large with fear and worry "it's my sister" he said,his voice oddly thick,his eyes glassy with tears to which he blinked furiously at. "What about her Tom?" I asked confused "I think she's hurt, I need to find her, I don't know where she is." It was strange seeing Tom in this kind of state, he was so private with everything he did,and so professional,to see him so distressed was almost alien. "Tom , we'll find her, I've radioed for the police, and fire services, we'll find her" he seemed to relax a little at my reassurance and concentrate a little more on the patient,we stabilised him within a few minutes and Dixie had assessed the other cars inhabitants, of whom seemed to of gotten off lighter than my patient with just a few cuts and a broken arm. Tom barely spoke just grunts of yes and no as he became gradually more distant as the grating wails of back up arrived,the road was coated in police tape and the whirl of the machinery to cut my patient out was being tested. Norman came to assist sliding in one side of the car for Tom to slide out of the other, we looked at each other bemused.
Like a frightened animal I watched Tom scurry across the scene quizzing policemen running up the road for his sibling without avail. We loaded our patient onto a spinal board and began carrying our unknown patient to the big yellow taxi when out of the corner of my eye I saw a little flash of red, instinctively turning my head it remained there, it was definitely something. Sliding the patient into the ambulance I had to check whatever that red thing was, I strode towards the shrubbery where there was a slight dip in the road, splinters of this red plastic were scattered across the grassy crevasse, the largest chunk was actually black with red stripes, attached to this was a small buckle, it took a moment for it to click with me. This was the ruins of a helmet, it's always a bad sign when something as strong and protective as a helmet is completely smashed up, it's usually a sign that the owner of the helmet is even in worse condition than the protective item. "Tom! Tom,I've found something" I hollered but my voice showed just a sliver of nervousness making me wince as I knew this would send Tom's anxiety into over-drive, within seconds he had pelted to be by my side but with him it clicked instantly, he grasped the destroyed helmet,the tips of his fingers going white with his tight grasp and tears welled in eyes,pooling dangerously,"Grace" he said softly not taking his eyes off his sister's helmet,he blinked several times and turned to face me, " we have to find her Jeff" he said the echo of sadness etched into his voice "we will, Dix! I'll stay here, you go ahead with unknown unknown" I directed from Tom to Dixie "sure thing" she replied, knowing not to make any jokes in front of Tom. "When was the last time you talked to her Tom?" I asked,not thinking that it would make any difference. "She rang when I was at work" his face turning in realisation he pulled his phone out "quiet everyone!" He commanded while we all listened intensely.
Tom's P.O.V
I've never been so happy to hear somebody's phone ring, amongst the silence,that beacon of hope, of noise, well her barbie girl ringtone which always used to make me cringe when I heard it,the jingle slowly grew louder,guiding me to my baby sister,following the noise I was led to the less smashed up BMW, I scoured the car once more when finally as the silence cut through the ringtone I ducked down beneath the car and there she lay, her long blonde curls splayed out like a delicate halo.