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"Bette…" Tina shouted in turn. "Bette, over here…. I’m here!"
Hearing the sound of her wife’s voice nearly overwhelmed the blonde. Her words near strangled in her throat as she realised Bette had survived the crash too.
The last Tina recalled seeing her wife was, as the vet had tumbled out of the little Cessna after it had bounced one too many times on the ground and before, both wheels had snapped off and the plane had started skidding on the ground on its belly before plunging down the little bank where it had finally come to a halt.
For a moment, it had all felt like a dream. One of the worst kind. One from which she would wake up and find out that it had been all but a bad dream.
A sequence of impossible situations taking place one after the other. One second they were happily flying through the air, having just flown over the exact spot where they had got married and then, in a flash of blood red, their whole world had turned upside down when they had started plunging to the ground.
The right wing had dropped. The tail had lifted and the little Cessna had found itself in a tight spiral plunging downwards.
"Tina," She heard Bette call her one more time, then hearing the sound of running steps before she saw her wife for the first time.
Out of breath, brown hair untidy and dirty, her whole body covered in dirt and caked in blood, beads of sweat covering her face, she appeared in the gaping hole left where the door, which once was there, had flown open and was torn away in the crash landing.
"Tina," Bette called once again as she lunged herself inside the tiny space of the cockpit, climbing over the seat she had occupied as the pilot to reach her wife.
"Oh my God, Tina," the vet continued, struggling to reach the blonde as the plane was tilted onto its side, precariously propped up by a broken wing.
The brunette was frantic in her approach, running her eyes over the heavily pregnant woman as she climbed on board, looking for the first obvious signs of injury, her eyes darting all over before checking back to look at the pale face.