Kellys P.o.v
I ran around the corner to find flames blocking my way. I stop short and stare in horror at the orange flare eating up my home. Just then flash grabbed my waist and pulled making us both fall to the floor on top of each other as the ceiling collapsed where I had been seconds before. I turn my face downwards to find it inches from flashes. I gasp as I feel myself going crimson.
"Thanks" I quietly mutter before rolling off him. I am about to struggle to my feet when I feel his hands strong and warm on my waist lifting me to my feet.
Flashes p.o.v
That was close. Way too close. I thought I was going to lose her. If that had happened I don't think i would physically have been able to remove myself from her side. I am jolted from my thoughts with a shock as she takes my hand.
"Come on Harry", she mutters before leading me in the direction of what I presume is a fire door. As we walk my head becomes fuzzier and fuzzier, the world is clogging up around me as the smoke fills my lungs. My feet are on auto pilot and my heart is hammering, not from the danger but from the feel of Kelly's soft hand in mine. Then suddenly it's all gone, Kelly's hand has slipped from mine and there is clear fresh air coming through a large window she has opened.
Just as I sigh with relief Kelly suddenly collapses her chest heaving. I look around in despair peering through the smoke. What had happened? She was fine a second ago. I slowly recognise the room from the one time I had been inside while J-J French had still been here. It was the bedroom occupied by whoever was head girl. Kelly's room. My eyes did a double take as they swept over an inhaler. Crap she was asthmatic. I cursed and kicked myself for not knowing. So that's what had happened. She was having an asthma attack. A new more intense wave of panic swept through me. My head sent me back to a teacher telling my secondary school class that a girl called Susie had passed away. She had had an asthma attack. I had to get Kel out of here. Now. I picked up the small blue and silver shape ignoring the pain as the hot metal part burned my hand. It didn't matter, it would help Kelly. Sliding it into the pocket of my jeans I stooped and picked up the unconscious, floppy shape that was Object of my affections. I can hardly breathe myself by this point but I ignore that. Getting Her out of here has to be my priority.
I slowly and carefully climbed out of the window. As I slide my legs out with Kelly resting on them I straighten slightly I feel a sharp pain on the top of my head. I had hit in my own head in my careful climb designed not to bang hers. As I successfully escaped the burning building I looked down. Her chest was barely moving now. Horror, despair and paranoia raced through me replacing the momentary relief. No, this couldn't be happening, not Kelly, anyone but her. I heard voices and stumble towards them, weak and aching myself. I shake my head attempting to remove the fuzz creeping back over my eyes. At that minute I found myself stumbling round the corner to the front drive. The second I came into view the entire sixth form ran over, Annabelle Fritton, the Emo girl...A- Andrea? And the chav T-something leading the way. I continued to stumble forward with her ignoring the dithering posh totties. I made myself keep going step by heavy step, until I reached Miss Fritton and the other teachers standing on the front lawn. I laid Kelly down exceedingly gently before collapsing next to her and coughing the smoke out until my throat stopped feeling like it was on fire itself.
"Harry, Harry are you ok?" I opened my eyes to see Miss Fritton leaning over me. I looked to the side to see the matron trying to position Kelly in a way that would allow easier breathing. My throat felt like a desert but i managed to croak out
"Mat- Matron, her inhaler here" My fingers fumbled as I tried to remove her inhaler from my pocket.
"How did you get that Harry?" Miss Fritton asked after sharing a significant glance with the Matron. "She only had a few and they were all in her room"
"that's where we came out. It was on the side. Thought... She... Might... need it." I explain my own breath coming out in pants. I could see Camilla wanted to ask more questions, but I could talk no more and she seemed to know that too.
I become suddenly aware of the wet dew from the grass soaking through onto my back and feel a shiver go down my spine. Ignoring it I began coughing again. Breathing was still hard, and becoming harder the more I thought of Kelly.
I don't know how long I lay there but I must have been there for around ten minutes when I heard sirens. I paid little attention to them I was still concentrating on the pain in my back, chest and head caused by the lack of oxygen I was taking in. As I lie there I became aware of new voices joining those of the girls and teachers.
"She's having a major asthma attack. Get the oxygen on her. Give her an I.V" I looked to the side, my vision fogging once more as I opened my eyes. The last thing I saw before blacking out was Kelly covered in soot and rubble, her usually perfect hair a bird's nest, with one of those tubes and hand pumped oxygen things attached to her face, its nozzle down her throat as they desperately tried to get oxygen into her dying lungs.
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