"Options... I've ran out of Options..." (Book 3)

Chapter 122 - "Paramedic George..."

Chapter 122 - "Paramedic George..."

Clara's PoV

The first sounds that I became more alert too were the sounds of alarms.

Alarms and voices.

The fact that I could hear voices had to be a good thing surly? Unless I was dead and imagining them?

But I couldn't be dead because I could feel way too much pain.

I'd like to think if I was dead then there wouldn't be this much pain. Mainly coming from my head. It was a dull thumping going through my head from front to back and getting worse by the second.

That, and every time I breathed I could feel my ribs cracking.

I did try to look for words but none really fitted what I wanted to say because I wasn't really overly sure on what I did want to say.

I wanted to scream with how much my head was hurting but figured that would probably make it worse. That would probably make the pain in my head even worse.

'Stay still Amber. Try not to move' was about all I could make out of the voices.

Then I remembered what had happened. I had been taking Amber to the grotty toilet on the coach when the road had become a whole lot more icy than before.

'That goes for you as well Clara' Adrien instructed as he cowered over me and gave me a small smile as if to make me feel a bit better.

It wasn't working.

'What the?' I hummed trying to move but realised I couldn't.

'I just said don't move' Adrien yelled which went straight through my head and left a shooting pain in my head even more than before.

'Why?' I scoffed managing to get my hand free and place it on my head like doing it would help me with the pain.

Sometimes when you have a headache and you place your hand on your head you manage to trick your subconscious into thinking that you've not got a headache anymore.

Instead all I found was that my hand was then covered in blood from my forehead which didn't fill me with much confidence.

'You might not have noticed but your trapped under about two double chairs' Adrien said breathing deeply.

I hadn't noticed it but just as soon as he had said it, it sent a jolting pain up my leg and suddenly I could feel that there was something trapping me.

'What does it matter? Get it the Fuck off of me and get me out of here' I begged drowsily.

'Stop' he shouted again as I winced and closed my eyes in pain. 'I'm sorry. But it's not just you your messing with here' he snapped as I opened my eyes confused then managed to wriggle my neck forward to see what he was talking about.

All I could suddenly see was a limp and lifeless body stuck as well under the chairs, arms caught and blood everywhere.

What got me the most was the trainers.

They were Avia's trainers.

'Tell me god no. Fucking tell me that isn't Avia' I shouted desperately.

'Shush. It's okay. The paramedics are on their way'

'No. Don't you tell me it's going to be okay' I said as the tears I had been fighting so hard to keep in stared to spill out of my eyes and I cried badly which wasn't helping the state of my head. 'Tell me she's okay' I begged but I got no answer.

- - -

'Hey up. It's alright we can take it from here' voices said as Adrien stood up from where he was comforting Amber and Miss Grayling was holding my head straight but no one had attended to Avia yet.

I had managed to shift around in the rubble a little and grabbed hold of her hand.

Both of our hands were covered in blood but I didn't care. She was my little girl. I wanted her to be okay.

Adrien kept checking her and she was still breathing softly but wasn't coming round which was scaring me.

'I'm George. How we doing?' The muscular brunette said as he crouched down next to me and inspected the wounds.

Torches went over my eyes and he prodded and poked at my forehead. It wasn't pleasant.

The only thing I had to say that was keeping me this calm throughout the whole thing was the fact that I could still feel the baby.

I could still feel it kicking and it seemed to be kicking a lot more than normal.

Now I'm only 22 weeks - but I had been feeling it kick for a few days now. It was making itself well and truly known.

'How do you think? I've just been thrown around a coach' I scoffed.

'Not one for the humour huh?'

'Not when my head is pounding so hard' I complained as my eyes were closing and definitely closing for longer periods of time than a blink would be for now.

'Right what's your name?'

'Clara' I hummed managing to get out. 'Clara Oswald' I said as it hurt to even to just think.

'Right. Clara Oswald. How old are you?'

'That is a woman's secret' I growled.

'And this is a medical examination. If you want to get out of here safely then I need to know' he said with a raised eyebrow.

'We'll I've been 29 for the last 6 years so you work it out' I scoffed admitting it.

'That'll be 35 then' he said rolling his eyes but actually seemed impressed with my humour in that sense.

'Well done you can do maths'

'You are such a teacher' he said.

'How can you tell?' I growled.

'This is a couch full of children under 11. Your 35 and you just gave me a maths lesson. That says it all' he smirked as I felt a pin prick in my hand.

'Ow? What was that for?' I scoffed as if I wasn't in enough pain?

'And we've got clear airways here' someone else suddenly shouted.

'She's okay? She's breathing?' I panicked looking up at the woman paramedic.

'Yep. She's okay. We hope' she smiled assuring. 'What's her name?' She asked hoping I could help.

'Avia. Avia Smith. She's 11 years old. She's allergic to peanuts and penicillin like me. She's a brave little thing. And there's no way I'm letting go of her hand right now' I scoffed.

'How do you know so much about the student?' George said raising an eyebrow.

'She's my daughter'