You Expect Me To Carry On? (A Newtmas Fanfic)

Chapter Fourteen: Crash

Thomas did not sleep for long.

He awoke to a sharp bang, the oily stench of smoke and gas flooding his senses with a jolt.

Everyone was yelling.

Thomas shot up in his seat, scrambling to unbuckle himself and scanning the car for his friends.

Newt was there.
Oh thank God.
The blonde was staring out the window, hand banging on the glass, yelling.

'The engine's gonna blow! Everyone out!'

Minho was scrambling for his passenger-side door, frantically jamming the handle, kicking at the window.
His face was dirty, his hair standing on end, and his knuckles were bruised.
He was shouting too.

'Brenda! Bren! C'mon we gotta go! We gotta go now!'

Brenda was apparently in shock, staring straight out into the road which was flooded with smoke.
He nose was bleeding and her hair was slightly singed, but she seemed alive and stable.

Thomas twisted to look into the back of the truck.

Frypan was there, and Thomas watched his friend unbuckle himself and slide across the row of seats.

Why isn't he going out of his door?

Thomas thought

He opened his mouth to join the chorus
of shouting, to tell Frypan to move, to escape, when he saw what his friend was doing.

Sonya was slumped against her door.

The window had been smashed and her head had thudded against broken glass.
A thin bead of blood ran out from under her matted blonde hair and a deep, purple bruise spread out across her chest.

Her eyes were shut.

Frypan rushed to her.

'Hey, hey? Sonya?' he pushed the hair out
of her face, lifting her head carefully away from the shattered remains of the window.
Her head lolled, motionless against the seat back.

Frypan pressed two fingers against her throat.

'We have a pulse! SHE'S BREATHING!'

From his left, Thomas heard Newt's intake
of breath.

'What?' the blonde exclaimed

Thomas turned to him and grabbed his arm, eyes panicked.

'It's Sonya.' he said
'She's hurt.'

Newt whipped around, and as his eyes took in the scene, Minho finally broke his window.

He kicked away the glass with his foot, before pushing himself through, scrabbling out
of the car and running around to Sonya's window.

Newt was wriggling into the back, head bumping against the roof of the car, barking orders at everyone.

'Keep her head titled up! Open her airways! Press something against her head! Do I look like I give a shit? Anything! Just stop the bleeding!'

Minho has opened Sonya's door, and upon hearing Newt's commands, had wriggled out of his grubby grey t-shirt, balled it up in his fist and knelt down beside the truck, pressing the fabric gently to Sonya's head.

Dark red blood began to soak the cloth.

Thomas snapped into action.

Tearing his eyes away from Sonya and her injuries, he turned his attention to Brenda.

He stretched forward and reached into the front, grabbing her shoulder and yanking it back.

'BREN!' he yelled