Gates of Hell - Westley Breeze

Inspired by the Creative Writing Ink photo prompt.

I laugh, ‘it looks like a bad Ghostbusters movie set!’
                Tom turns to me, ‘how did we get here?’ confusion contorting his features.
                ‘We…’ I stop. I don’t remember either. The last thing I recall is sharing a paella in Little Venice. ‘Where are we?’ I grip Tom’s hand.
                ‘I’m not sure?’ He steps closer to the escalators ahead of us.

I glance behind me, into a void of nothingness, black as nightmares. My heart skips a beat and I take an involuntary step forwards, beside Tom and glance upwards. Above us is a towering inferno, but there is no heat to prickle or scorch our skin, nor smoke to starve our lungs. Just a wall of flames… raging and twisting, oppressive in magnitude.
                ‘Are we at the gates of hell?’ I ask.
                He turns to me and laughs, ‘I thought you’d be going to heaven!’
                I grin, ‘I probably was before I met you!’

A sharp stabbing pain in my chest and I cry out. The escalator hazes, colours bleed into one another, faces, voices, the fiery blood-red sky morphs into a blanket of deep velvet night.
                ‘Can you hear me?’ A male voice. A finger waves in front of my face.
I think I nod, but I can’t be sure.
                Movement to my right, then hands underneath me, lifting me towards the stars.
                ‘You went into anaphylactic shock, but you are ok.’
A pinprick on the inside of my elbow. I smile as cool liquid flows through my veins, a veil of calm then a tingling sensation. I’m weightless again, then lights, more voices, repetitive whirring noises.
                ‘Where am I?’ I slur. I lift a hand to scratch my lip, it feels weird, tingly, swollen.
                ‘In the ambulance Ellie.’ Tom’s hand reaches out to take mine.
                I giggle, ‘I think I was in hell! You were there too!’
                He laughs too, then leans in close ‘not today!’ he whispers.