The Anguish of a Victim

The A train came hurling down the tracks at record breaking speeds. A young child clung to her mother as if there were no tomorrow. An elderly couple sat silently embracing each other for the, most likely, last time. Thirty-nine people, soon to be victims, wordlessly prayed to the gods they believed in. The tracks produced sparks as the train conductor desperately tried to stop the train, but to no avail.

When the train crashed, the impact killed three people instantly. The other thirty six people weren't lucky enough to die. The pain was so over-whelming that the people wished that they had died. A young twenty-two year old college graduate had a pole rammed between her lungs, but miraculously was alive. A little boy, Thomas, had a piece of metal crushing his pelvis and legs. At least ten people gained internal injuries. More received external injuries. A doctor and a student studying to be a surgeon tried to help, but they could only do so much.

The people had just about calmed down when the first explosion came. It came out of the blue almost as if saying to the people, 'Hey guys I hope you can forgive me but I'm just going to make this situation worse out of nowhere. Sorry.' In that moment, any sense of comfort that there could have been instantly turned into chaos. The smell of fuel was more distinct. When the second one came, a man named Cole- a twenty year old man who attended college at Harvard Medical -used the fear as a incite to work harder to save these innocent lives.

The paramedics got to the scene nine lost souls too late. There were at least twelve casualties. One wrong shift to a person and they would bleed out on the scene. The hospital was full off victims of this event. Police filled the hospital investigating on what happened. Doctors and surgeons both had their hands full with their previous patients and their newest patients. Twenty people were rushed into surgery. The lucky seven people who didn't need surgery were stitched up and sent home. For those who had surgery, three people died on the table. The recovery was long and torturous for those who survived, but there was one thing they could do. Hope.

A.N This is a One-shot. Do not nag me to do more because I won't. That is final. Please comment!

-Bookworm813