There was smoke rolling from the cart. A loose wheel rolled by Avice, and she would see Jack on the group, blood streaming down from his temple, his body crushed in the rubble.
She felt her heart drop as she choked out a cry. She went to him, pulling off the rubble and applying pressure to the wound uncertainly. "Jack? Jack?"
A crowd had gathered, but they approached quickly. One individual, a tall man with a frown crossing his mouth, knelt down beside Avice. "Here," he said, his voice rough. He braced himself by the wagon, kneeling down. "Help me get this off of him.
They managed to get the rubble off of Jack, but he still didn't wake. A few medics ran in, checking on Jack's vitals while the others looked for survivors.
They glanced back at her, one eyebrow raised, before one of them nodded. "Okay, sweetie. No worries."
The doctor's room was overly warm. Jack was passed out in the bed, his lips slightly parted in sleep.
His eyes fluttered open and he sat up, pulling his hand away instinctively as he put his hand to his head.
