Grace's P.O.V
I roll over and feel the crunch of glass beneath my exposed skin,my head is pounding but not just because I'm hungover, well I don't really know why, I don't know where I am , I'm confined to this coffin I can't move properly without glass slicing my skin like butter. I'm immersed in almost complete darkness but bleary sunlight hovers around the edges of my confines, it's so noisy, people are shouting machines are whirling close by,there's groans of pain, there's sirens pounding, I'm so confused, why? Where am I? What has happened? The noise levels decrease, I loose and gain consciousness my grip on reality is thinning each time I am swallowed by darkness. By the time I wake up again I ask myself where I am,what is happening and why but the day is once again quiet for a few seconds when my phone lights up singing the barbie girl song, I lie still unable to summon enough energy to search for my phone. "Grace" Tom's voice wavers, I can barely move my eyelids to the direction of his voice, I feel his hands search for me and hook me under my arm pits, dragging me out,where am I? What has happened? I lie dazed in the increasingly bright sunlight as Tom grasps my hand "Tom what happened? Where am I?" I ask desperately seeking answers "it's ok, Grace I'm here" he soothes brushing my hair off my face which sticks to the blood "Tom please, what's happened,what's going?" I plead raising myself from the ground "lie back down Gracie" he says gently "you've been in an accident, you were cycling remember?" No, I don't. I look around at the scene cars are merging into one another so mangled they are interlinked "Are the drivers ok?" I ask "yeah they'll be fine" Tom says gently. "I'm ok now" I say forcing myself up onto my cleats where I wobble and the earth begins to spin but I take a few steps forward but my legs buckle beneath me Jeff and Tom grab my arms before I hit the ground again and drag me to some steps of an ambulance they place me there but I don't feel any more steady "where am I?" I ask ,Tom looks concernedly at the paramedic as I loose all my strength to stay up right and flop against the refreshingly cool floor. "Come on princess" the paramedic beckons as I'm hoisted onto a trolley "what's going on? Who are you?" I ask,squirming in his grasp,nothing seems to be filtering through my brain "I'm Jeff, I'm a paramedic love,we're going to take you to hospital" the very word hospital sends my rattled brain into overdrive "why?" I asked desperate to rid my brain of this foggy confusion that refuses to budge despite my enquires "you've been in an accident, you came off your bike" Tom inputs gently "is everyone ok?" I continue "they're fine sweetheart" Tom says,his face tired. "Can you put an IV in Tom, we'll give her some paracetamol, she's got one hell of a concussion, Grace can you tell me the date?" Jeff enquires I simply shake my head "give it a go?" He persists "the er fifth,no eighteenth of summer" I suggest using my knowledge that the rare glimpse of sunshine must mean it was summer. "Almost sweetheart" Jeff concludes patting my shoulder and clipping something strange to my finger "she's quite tachy" Jeff remarks but I simply feel my eyeballs roll back into my skull as I am once again immersed in darkness.