P1 Prime: The Days Between
For Barbara Wells, the aftermath was far more emotionally profound, and very heart wrenching.
She was native English, and just a foreign national of the US. Born and raised in Brighton -- an hour and forty five minute drive from London, along the southern coast. The first two days that followed were consumed with desperate, urgent phone calls, in an attempt to learn the state and condition of anyone and everyone that mattered to her here in London. For each one that answered, she breathed a sigh of grateful relief. For each that didn't -- she used what resources she had, civilian or otherwise, to get information.
Once that contrastingly grim and hopeful process was complete, it came down to three:
There was a young secondary school teacher, of ancient history, whom she'd remained friends with, and who had relocated to London, around the time Barbara had left to attend university. Barbara was shattered to learn that she'd been killed, and spent a pair of hours just grieving, and reliving memories of such wonderful conversations. She wrote to the family, and offered her help, if there was anyway in which it was needed.
There was an ex-boyfriend -- married now, whose legs had been crushed, and who was in the hospital. For the moment, he was stable in a medically induced coma, surrounded by family, including his wife. There was nothing she could presently do, but sent a get well card for him to read when he woke up. She contemplated her ring, after she wrote it. She could heal injury -- up to a point. And it needed painstaking focus and concentration. So something such as that? She wasn't sure -- but did plan to explore the possibility, at some point after he was released from the hospital.
Then there was her cousin, Sally Addington. Yes...the lovable, goofy blacksheep of the extended Wells family. And the nearest to a sibling that Barbara had. Sally was missing. As was her live in boyfriend. And her aunt and uncle, as well as her guy's parents were frightened, almost wrecked. Of course, Barbara assured them she'd do what she could...
After some time, she learned that they'd gone camping out in Dartmoor National Park, over two hundred miles away, and simply neglected to tell anyone. It was so like Sally that Barbara enjoyed a good laugh, along with some tears of relief once she found out. Needless to say, all four parents were too overjoyed in getting the news to hold even a trace of anger.
Once done, she was emotionally fatigued. But that didn't mean she was going to relax just yet. She ventured out into the community, and helped out in volunteer capacities, both in alliance with the local authorities, as well as independently.
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