One-Shots because i have better things to do

A Quiet Night

An [edited] English Lang Mock I did like... a year(???) ago, I don't know but it's good to me 😊

     It was dark when the alarms bleared and the phones rang, the small office suddenly lighting up red and white as the overhead light flitted between warning and peace; my phone's screen shouted at me: a name displayed on the top, an answer button at the bottom, the Spotify song in the middle.

     It was dark when we left, a hastily scribbled down address in my pocket and my equipment laying heavy around my waist, on my back, hugging my head.   The bright light of the truck quickly turning on and off as me and my co-worker slammed doors shut and raced down the quiet and rain-soaked street.

     It was bleak when we got there.

     Dull rubble had spilt out onto the road, dust still danced in the air as the surrounding trees seemingly bent in shared sorrow around the small building.  An amber light caught my eye as we jumped out, my college quick to question the robe-adorned figure standing across the street.   Carefully, I took my gloved hand and picked up some of the sand-like stone, throwing it over a small fire, the harsh sizzle hitting my ears as the life died out of it.

     I scanned the area, it was once a quaint little office, standing stout.  It was about dusk when I passed it on my way to what I had hoped to be a quiet night filled with card games and coffee.   Now, the greying bricks laid sprawled on the ground, heaping up in a centre point. That odd red roof slanted at either side.

     "They reckon someone's in there, there was light on before it fell," A gruff voice snapped my thoughts from their trance.  I sighed; what person would be in an office at this ungodly hour? I reached for my torch, flicked on the glaring light, revealing specks of puke green from the couch near the centre of the rubble.

     I lifted my boot, placing it gingerly on a flat slab, testing my weight.   Deeming it stable enough, I stepped on, repeating the process for the next slab along, scanning the top layers of rubble, and any others I could see underneath.  I was about halfway into the wreckage when I bounced underfoot, panic surged through me; a golden cushion reflecting my light harshly back at me.   I let out a sigh of relief as I shifted my weight, ready to move on. But before I could step away, a groan sounded through my ears... a human groan.

     Cautiously, I wedged my feet under the rubble, finding the soft sofa.  I lifted the slab with boot's imprint to reveal a head of brown hair, a small face with small fingers covering it – a red glistening child.  I let out a staggered breath, calling over to my partner (who still scoured the permitter.  Move removed slabs revealed more mangled limbs, more blood, yet the uneven breathing kept me moving until I managed to gently pull him away from the rubble.   With my arms firmly under his, two blue eyes blinked hazily up at me as my college lifted him up by his feet, before slowly closing.   We carried him to truck as carefully and quickly as we could, that bystander holding the door open, looking like they were going to heave up dinner.

     It was turning light when we reached the hospital, getting him admitted quickly.

     It was light by the time we'd managed to contact his carers.

     It was dark when it was confirmed he'd survived.