tomorrow when the war began narrative intervention

As Corrie and I sadly drove away from the others in Ellie’s Land Rover, I started to question myself whether or not I truly wanted to risk my life for a girl that could potentially die at or on the way to the hospital. My head was bursting with questioning thoughts, that I wasn’t quite sure how to answer, “What if Corrie dies?”, “What happens if we get caught and become prisoners of war?”, “How will I carry on in life all on my own?.” In order to get to the hospital with minimal risks, I needed to get my head together and carry on with this sceptical drive, however, still keep in mind all of these threatening possibilities. I turned my head to the back of the car to see Corrie; you could tell she was very uneasy and slowly drifting away from normality. “Corrie” I said, “You need to try and stay awake, we aren’t too far from the hospital. You’re going to be okay, just hold on for a little longer.” She replied with “Kevin, hurry please. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on for. This material isn’t going to stop the bleeding for much longer.” I was going 100 k/ph but then rapidly sped up to 160 k/ph. I lost track of time, but all I knew was that the daylight was disappearing. After taking the back roads we had finally approached the Wirraree hospital. The town was awfully quiet, so quiet that I could hear my pounding heart out in the open, making me fall in to great suspicion that I was in some sort of trap ready to be captured. Corrie and I were still in the car with the engine running. I didn’t want to get out just yet, unsure of why, but I knew there was soon to be a reason. Turning my head, I noticed three large security cameras in view. Without thinking clearly, I immediately swerved out of sight into a small dark alleyway not knowing it had a dead end. We hid in there for a few minutes, so I could swiftly think about how I could get Corrie out of the car and safely into the hospital without being seen. Before I really even had a minute to consider my