Chapter 3- disaster

The priest repeated, 'do you take this man to be your husband?'

Lisbonnodded and said, 'I d-'

However she never got to finish her sentence…

In that instant, Lisbon's words were interrupted by a loud ominous crack from above. Instinctively, everyone in the room looked up curiously. There was a very large crack on the ceiling above, and it was widening. For one second, everyone watched it uncertainly, wondering what was going to happen. Then, after a cloud of dust showered over them, making them all cough, violently, another crack echoed around the hall- a much bigger one.

Lisbon had completely forgotten about the fact that she was yet to say 'I do.' With one, loud, final crack, the ceiling imploded and rocks the size of baby elephants came tumbling down. Everyone in the room screamed and ran out of their seats to make sure that they were safe.

Lisbon gasped and tried her best to get away however, no sooner had she made to leap off the alter in her bid to safety, when a huge and heavy rock crashed down, crushing the floor and trapping Lisbon's left foot.

Lisbon howled in pain and terror as she tried to yank her foot free however the rock was crushing it. It felt like every bone in her foot was on fire. She could hardly remember a time when she'd felt this much pain.

She was screaming, crying, and hyperventilating all at the same time.

'Help, please, help,' she cried, tears rolling frantically down her cheeks. Out of the dust came Jane.

Panic-stricken, he knelt down beside Lisbon and held up her upper body, 'Teresa, it's ok, I've got you,' he said, sounding not at all his usual calm self. He was shaking and clutching her close to him.

From the corner of Lisbon's blurry and confused eye, she saw Marcus standing in the corner of the room, dumbstruck and shocked though too scared to venture out to the alter in case more rocks came falling down.

'Jane,' whispered Teresa, 'am I going to die?'

Jane shook his head frantically, 'no, no, of course you're not. You're going to be fine. Please Teresa, stay with me.' But Lisbon's eyes were closing, everything around her seemed to merge into one another and her gaze kept slipping in and out of focus.

Noticing her sudden silence, Jane looked around at everyone else, finally shouting at Marcus, 'someone, call an ambulance. Please she needs an ambulance. Do it!'

He didn't know whether anyone had done as he had said though he really hoped so. The cloud of dust rising above them made it hard to see anyone at all. All he could see was Lisbon who'd become worryingly limp.

How long did she have left?

How long would it take for an ambulance to arrive?

He held up one of the hands that had been holding her and found that it had been drenched in blood. The very sight of it made him want to throw up.

I shook his head, hardly daring to believe what was happening.

Why Lisbon? Why did it have to be her?

Jane pressed himself to Lisbon, cradling her in his arms as if this would somehow heal her. He rocked her back and forth, screwing his eyes up as tight as they would allow. His breathing was uneven and shaky, quite unlike Lisbon's slow, faint breathing.

'Don't worry, Lisbon,' Jane told her, though he wasn't sure whether she could hear him anymore; she didn't seem to be properly present, 'I'm here. I've got you. Everything's going to be just fine. You just hang in there. I'll be here. I'll be right here. Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay with you, and look after you, and make sure everything is fine, okay?'

To his relief, the sound of sirens could be heard distantly. Finally help had come.

At last.

People were shouting, coming in. They were close, almost here. They had found Lisbon. A crowd of doctors, nurses and who knew who else were crowding around, taking Lisbon from Jane's arms and working together to dislodge her foot. Jane stayed nearby, determined not to let Lisbon out of his site until he was certain that she was going to be ok.

As Lisbon got carried out, Jane followed in a panic, his hands on his neck.

Please be alright Teresa, please be alright.

Him and Marcus followed the stretcher upon which Lisbon lay outside. As she went into the ambulance, Jane turned to the nearest doctor and made his way to talk to them urgently however Pike got there first.

'His she going to be alright?' he asked the doctor.

The doctor tilted his head, a grave expression on his face, 'it's too soon to tell. Things don't look good though; she's lost so much blood.'

'No,' said Jane, shaking his head, 'please, just do whatever you can. I don't care how long it takes. Just fix her, fix her now.'

'We can't make any promises.'

'Well make them!' shouted Jane, all pretence lost, 'she is not going to die, you hear me?' The doctor didn't reply but instead went into the ambulance which drove away. Jane was fuming, how dare the doctor act so calm; he probably saw Lisbon as just another patient. Well she wasn't. She was the most important person in the world.

Jane was in the middle of the road, watching the ambulance go, his hands on his head. He was completely lost it. His breathing was shallow and panicky, every bone on his body screaming as though it had been him who had been crushed.

'No, no,' he spluttered between breaths.

He dropped to his knees and held his head in his hands. All of the other gusts were milling around, confused and wondering where to go next.

Jane felt like ripping all of his hair out- ripping Marcus' hair out, doing something to hurt him. Yet somehow he felt too weak to even get up at the moment. The impact what had just happened had hit him.

He leaned down even further so that his face was almost pressed against the road.

Please not Teresa. Please not Teresa.