Saving Lotte Sullivan | Collingwood/Carlton

80: Anarchy

A/N: I am a really huge Jack Ginnivan fan just in case this reads as otherwise.

Collingwood Football Club.
Time of incident.

'I think I've killed Jack Ginnivan!'

The world seemed to temporarily stop as the four staff members struggled to process the news.

And then the mad, mindless panicking rush started.

A flash of bright, blonde hair passed Trent Bianco as Annelise quickly scribbled something down on her notepad.

'Alex, now!' She yelled, racing out of the room, Fasolo quickly following, leaving Trent, his manager and Daicos behind.

Trent tried his hardest not to look up at Josh, his fear and denial rooting him to the chair.

'Is there a kitchen anywhere? I'd love a coffee' Trent's manager said, however apathetically, like Ella hadn't at all barged into the room with that terrifying announcement. Josh dropped his jaw in disgust.

'I have to go help' he said, racing out of the room.

'I see why you want to leave now, Trent. There is no professionalism here at all' his manager and uncle said, arrogantly leaning back in his chair.

'I'll be back' Trent said, quietly disappearing from the room.

He jumped and immediately flinched as Nathan Murphy bounded up the hallway, Nathan Krueger in hot pursuit. 'WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?' Jordan Roughead asked, ducking out of the coaches' office with a coffee and immediately backing up before Nathan slammed into him.

'THE POLICE ARE COMING!' Nathan yelled over his shoulder, before the two footballers turned a corner and disappeared.

'The police?' Jordan asked, exchanging a look with Trent, who stared back, terrified. His bravado streak of asking for a trade earlier, now more than over. He floored it up the same corridor his teammates had taken, before being confronted with the sight of what was currently taking place on the oval.

'John!' He yelled, immediately running over to Noble and making him jump.

'Oh my god, Trent' he said breathlessly, clutching his chest and then placing a hand on his teammate's back.

'Can everyone clear a path of at least 2 meters? Or go inside?' Mason Cox asked, after tripping over Isaac Quaynor for what seemed the millionth time.

'Ginni' Trent whispered anxiously, looking everywhere for his best friend. He'd seen Ella come in, he'd heard her speak. But he wasn't quite sure what she'd said had sank in. He wasn't paying attention.

'I know' John said sadly, lowering his head.

'Jesus Isaac!' Mason yelled, tripping over him yet again and pushing him over. That's when Trent saw the face of the person laying on the grass.

He gasped, but no sound came out.

He watched on as a couple of the idiot footballers tried to perform CPR, the safety warden not around. All of the doctors and physiotherapists were supposedly trained in first aid, why weren't they doing anything? Why was it up to Mason and Will Kelly?

'Move' Trent said, pushing another teammate away and running towards his friend.

'Out of my way, MOVE!' He yelled, shaking like a leaf. Nell Morris-Dalton cried in protest as he pushed past her, trying to get to the front of the crowd. She'd been trying to help for the last 5 minutes, being a registered nurse herself. The boys kept it their job. They could do anything better, or so they thought. Nobody was thinking anything. Everyone was just in autopilot, focusing only on one thing. Saving their teammate's life.