So High School

Crushed (pt2)

A/N idrk what this is (inspired by my love for station 19)

The firefighters set about getting their equipment out, whilst one made her way over to Taylor. Travis had his attention fixed on his girlfriend, his hand gripping hers and his other one rubbing her cheek comfortingly.

"Hi, I'm Vic" the woman smiled, crouching down beside the pair. At the sound of the new voice Taylor stirred, her eyes squinting open.
"What are your names?" Vic asked, her voice very calming. That's probably why they put her on this job, Travis thought.
"Taylor" Taylor whispered, the tightness in her chest intensifying.
"I'm Travis" he answered, looking down at Taylor worriedly.

"Okay Taylor, Travis; I'm going to explain what me and my team are going to do, then they are going to do it. We don't have much time to waste, however we also want to be as careful and accurate as possible" she explained. Taylor nodded as Travis squeezed her hand.

"So, from what we can see, the car is putting pressure on your chest and the left side of your body. It is likely that it is compressing your lungs and possibly your heart, and so we are going to have to be quick after the extraction to get you stabilised. Someone is going to bring over some gas that we can give you to help numb the pain, however it will not stop it completely. It will be very loud; Travis, you can stay and hold her hand to help keep her calm. At a time like this, especially when your lungs are being compressed, we do not want you panicking. The car will be lifted off you and Travis will have to step back; this is when we will take you into the ambulance. It is possible that you will lose consciousness at this point. We will take you into the ambulance- right over there- and insert a tube down your throat. We will do some other medical stuff, things which you don't need to know about right now, and we will have your blood type ready at the hospital." She looked towards the pair to see how they were taking it. "Does that all make sense?"

Taylor nodded, her breaths starting to come out in gasps as the car pushed down on her chest. The firefighter stepped back and a couple of others moved in, setting down a backboard and a car jack, some sort of saw held in one of their hands.

Someone slipped glasses over Taylor and Travis's eyes, just for safety. A little machine was bought over and a mask out over Taylors mouth, supposedly to help with the pain. Travis held Taylor's hand tight, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of it.

One of the men held thumbs up to Travis, and after nodding to Taylor he returned it. The saw was turned on, the sound deafening. The car jack was being wound up and Taylor could slowly start to feel the pressure on her chest decreasing. The saw started cutting into the metal that was impaling Taylor's stomach, sending vibrations down the pole. This sent waves of shock through Taylor's body, causing her to gasp from the pain. She squeezed her eyes shut, an explosion of pain erupting in her chest. Travis rubbed her hand, trying to bring her comfort. He tried to stay calm for her sake, but inside he was panicking. Before he knew what was happening Taylor was passed out, her hand limp in his and her head lolling to one side.

The loud noises stopped and two paramedics rushed over, making Travis back up. They pulled her out from under the car and onto the backboard, quickly picking it up and rushing to the ambulance.

Travis gasped at the sight; a metal pole slicing through Taylor's stomach. Her clothes were stained with blood, her leg bent at an unnatural angle. Her arm had a massive slice down it, leaking blood.

He was ushered into the ambulance after Taylor, and directed to sit to the side. He watched as they worked, checking her pulse, holding pressure to wounds. Before he knew it they had arrived at the hospital and the doors were being flung open.

She was rushed out and he was ushered into a waiting room, left all alone. He sat down, dropping his head into his hands. He didn't know what was happening, if she was alive or dead. Oh god, he hoped she was alive. He couldn't live without her.

Just then a door opened, a hand gently tapping him on the shoulder.
"Hi, I'm Yasuda, I'm an intern here at Grey Sloan" a young woman, smiling.
"Your girlfriend has been taken into emergency surgery; she has the best trauma surgeon on the case. I don't know much, however what I do know is that these doctors are the best of the best. They are doing everything they can to make sure she will be okay" she told him a couple more things then left, the room engulfed in silence once more.

What felt like a lifetime later, the door opened again. In walked in a ginger man, gesturing to Travis.
"Travis?" He asked, and Travis nodded.
"I'm doctor Hunt, the surgeon assigned to your girlfriends case" they shook hands.
"Taylor is stable at this time, however we almost lost her multiple times during the surgery. She had a punctured lung, which we managed to fix, as well as a metal pole through her stomach. We managed to remove this safely and stitch up the damaged areas, however we had to leave her wound open in order for it to heal better. She broke her leg and three ribs, and sliced her arm open; luckily it only needed stitches. She did lose a lot of blood, and so she may be pretty loopy. She is currently in the ICU, but you may come and see her now if you wish"

"Yes please" Travis exhaled, breathless. She was alive.

A/N guys my headaches gone!