Klance
9/11 AU
Smoke filled his lungs as he lay on the broken ground. He couldn't feel either of his legs, but his head throbbed painfully.
He groaned softly, eyes fluttering open.
Dust filled the air around him. He could hear dogs and people shouting in the distance.
Shaking, he pressed his palms flat over the warm floor and tried pushing himself up. He slipped on red liquid and hit the ground with a soft grunt.
He raised his head, then gasped and jerked back, eyes wide and stinging.
Blood pooled around a hand that stuck out from a slab of concrete.
He choked and sobbed, trembling and trying to crawl away.
He froze once he realized he wasn't getting very far. He twisted to look behind him and sucked in a sharp breath of thick air.
"Oh my God..." His voice quivered and cracked, tears spilling from his eyes, streaking down his dirty cheeks.
His legs were stuck under a thick metal support beam, held up by his legs and a few other pieces of debris keeping it from completely crushing him.
Suddenly, he felt the agony flare through his legs as he tried to move them. He cried and fell back to the ground. He panted, entire body shaking with an abrupt sense of fear and agony.
"I've got something!"
He jolted and his head shot up, eyes wide. He twisted and looked up to the breaks in debris where light pooled into the cavern he was stuck in.
The light flickered as something or someone shuffled over his.
"I need help! Someone is stuck about five feet under the debris!"
He clawed at the ground, trying to get as close as he could. A dog barked, trying to dig through the rubble.
"Help!" He rasped, throat burning as he reached up. "Please!"
The man a top the rubble crouch down. "I'm staying right here. Help is on the way."
~
A whole hour was how long it took firefighters to pull him out of the debris. He gasped once the air was clearer and he was lain on a gourney.
"We're getting you to an ambulance, now, buddy." The fireman that had found him strapped him down and patted his shoulder. "Can you tell me your name?"
He gulped, blinking rapidly to stay away. "L-Lance... My name's... Lance..." He breathed out, head rolling.
The fireman nodded. "Alright, Lance. Stay awake."
~
Keith couldn't help the panic bubbling in his chest as he helped search through the debris. His uniform never felt heavier or tighter. Not only was the air thick with dust and smoke, his chest with tight, making it doubly hard to breathe.
Tears stung his eyes.
Where are you? Please, please don't have been in the building. Please, I'm begging you.
