A searing pain at the back of Dylan's head was the first thing he became aware of. The second was settled dust encasing his skin and throat. He coughed inadvertedly, his eyes forcing open in the process. The world tilted suddenly around him , sickeningly dark – concussion probably his sluggish voice of reason sifting through his panic, as he groaned in pain.
"Best stay still" he decided somehow, trying to focus on the debris around to ground himself.
"Dylan, can you hear me?" the booming voice of a medical professional, laced with worry, pierced through his strange consciousness.
"Dylan!" and then a groan of pained frustration.
"Jacob" Dylan tried to reassure the man he was in fact conscious, alas dust prevails he thought grimly. Jacob must have been in the same incident, although the events of the incident remained unclear, nevertheless the man sounded in pain so concussion or not Dylan had to help.
The doctor in him managed to roll Dylan over painfully and slowly onto his side. As he slowly made his way onto all fours, thankful the rest of him wasn't too damaged, he could feel rubble beneath his hands and sand between his nails. The event tentatively formed, the amputation, the ceiling must have fallen through and had taken out most natural lights. Adrenaline overtaking his probable head injury he felt his way out of the alcove of beams he had fallen into. He found himself in a patch of light which unfortunately sand was pouring through. His attention was directed away from the impending doom to another groan sounding to his left.
He could make out Jacob trying to pull his leg out from several beams. Dylan rushed over to him as fast as the pain in his head would let him.
" Don't move until I can see what's happening down there, " Dylan ordered. "What are you thinking Jacob, you're meant to be intelligent"
"What are you thinking?! You've been out for a while now and you've got a nasty head laceration – bet you that's going to be stitched later" Jacob fired back "Dylan, let me see it".
" I said it first" Dylan countered grumpily, inspecting Jacobs entrapment. It was a complex one definitely . The beams had interlocked, leaving Jacobs leg in the intersection, in other words impossible to move without risking both the man in question and the building they were residing in.
He gently palpitated Jacobs ankle noticing swelling, possible breakage, however there was certainly bloodflow,
" Well, youre not going to need me to saw it off but you aren't getting out of here without a stretcher" He grimaced, was it normal for your head to have a heartbeat?
"You know that sand will probably bury us if we don't get out" Jaccob murmured.
For a moment both men acknowledged they were very much trapped.