Joel's POV:
Hand in hand, Hannah and I tiptoed to Lizzie's room. I took a few deep breathes, squeezed Hannah's hand then placed my hand on the door handle, breathed out audibly then stepped through the door. The worst scenario had become a reality but I knew had to be brave. 'Hannah, I need a lot of tissues.' I instructed as I poked my head round the door. I clutched onto one of Lizzie's hands whilst I waited for my wife to return. 'You're gonna have to get the others, there's a lot of blood.' I explained, trying to hide the tears that were building up in my eyes. I began to apply large amounts of pressure to Lizzie's deep wounds on her left arm to try and clot the blood and reduce the amount of bleeding. 'Get loads of tissue!' I instructed Ed and Charlie, before telling my wife to call for an ambulance, trying to stay as calm as possible.
Ed's POV:
I didn't think it was going to be that bad but the sight of the red sheets will stay with me for a while. I helped Joel by pressing down firmly on the wounds of Lizzie's right arm whilst he applied pressure to the wounds on the left arm. 'I don't think she is breathing.' I yelled to Hannah, who was now on the phone to a 999 operator. In response, she informed us that one of us would have to try and resuscitate Lizzie. 'Ummm... I'll try, I think I know how to do it.' Charlie said with a nervous look on her face.
Charlie's POV:
I began doing chest compressions on Lizzie. 1...2...3...4, come on, please work. Deep breaths, Charlie, come on it's going to be okay... no, I can't do this. 'Ed, please take over.' I ask, with tears now flowing from my eyes. I swap places with my husband and brush my arm on his shoulder as we cross paths.
Ed's POV:
1...2...3...4, think about the tune to Stayin' Alive, not that that's really an appropriate song right now but it might help. For a second, I look up because I can hear a faint sound of music only to realise that Joel had actually put 'Stayin' Alive' on. I make eye contact with him and shake my head, trying not to start laughing. Right, let's keep going, I think to myself and so I carry on until I can hear Hannah and the paramedics coming up the stairs. 'She's just on here, on the bed.' I hear her explain shortly before the paramedics took over from me.
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Silence
أدب الهواةThis is a bit of a personal one, I thought of the idea for this whilst listening to a song called 'Silence' a few nights ago, hence the title 'Silence'. The song is really dramatic so I thought I could maybe turn it into a piece of writing of some s...
