the  aftermath

 

A group of paramedics rushed over to both Christian and Lily.

"What are their names please?" The paramedics asked.

"He's my husband, Christian Clarke, and she's our neighbours daughter Lily Slater." Syed said as he held on tightly to Christian's hand.

Two paramedics slowly lifted Lily onto a stretcher, as the other two began trying to bring Christian round.

"Can we get some o2 please!" The lead paramedic called out as she shone a light into Christian's eyes.

"Christian? Christian can you hear me? I'm a paramedic. Squeeze my hand if you can hear me." she asked, as a weak squeeze was felt. 

"That's it. Good man." She said as the other paramedic returned with Oxygen.

"Given that he still hasn't completely woken up, I think it's best we get him seen. He's inhaled a lot of smoke." She explained as Syed nodded.

"I'm just going to go with my friend to get a stretcher, try and keep him as still as possible." She asked as she left.

Christian started to shift slightly, groaning in pain.

"Hey, it's okay. You're okay. Just stay where you are, the paramedics will be back soon." Syed reasured as Christian's eyes flickered slightly.

"That's it, come back to me. Come on, you have to. I can't cope without you and neither could Yas. She loves her Daddy-Christian." Syed said as a lone tear rolled down his face.

"Right let's lift him on three please!" The paramedic called as she returned, Strecher in tow.