Hayden opened his mouth to argue with Hiccup when his breath hitched and the car slammed into them. Hiccup’s arm stretched out to hold Hayden in place and the smaller auburn was only jostled slightly.
Hayden’s ears were ringing, heart was racing, breathing shallow, his eyes were out of focus. He couldn’t think.
He started to blink, his senses were becoming numb, they were becoming much more intense as Hiccup came into Hayden’s view.
Filled Hayden within seconds, but he couldn’t open his own mouth because he slammed it shut.
It took Hayden a minute before he relaxed his jaw. “I-I-I’m f-fine.. B-b-but… Blood… You’re hurt.. W-we have to c-call the h-hospital!” Hayden stammered, unable to speak without his stutter. Hayden scrambled to his pocket, unable to stop his hand from shaking as he tried to dial the number.
My eyes drooped, and I gave him a weak smile as he told me he was going to call an ambulance. “Yeah..” I replied as my breath labored; my body was going into shock before my brain could…because I was still alert as far as I could tell.
Either that or I’m lying to myself.
“Yeah…” I repeated, “Get an EMT and the police.. I’m going… To file a report.” I said, and sighed as I shut my eyes, hanging my head. I collected myself for a moment, and while I was, I heard someone yelling outside to call 911 as my grip on Hayden’s shoulder loosened. I made myself look out the windshield and saw that my car wasn’t smoking. With delayed actions, I turned off the car. “Stay right here, whatever you do. If the car starts smoking, get out okay?” I asked, and reached stiffly into the back to grab the only umbrella in my car. “Take it. I’ll be okay.” I said, and to emphasize my last sentence, I leaned over to him. I put my hand on the back of his head and brought him in, kissing his forehead in a caring manner and letting it linger to comfort him as I shut my eyes. “I’ll be okay..” I whispered against his skin, before reluctantly pulling away and getting out of the car to walk over to the other driver. I walked with a limp, and my arm at my left felt useless, but I didn’t care.
I didn’t care about me; I care about Hayden.
The driver of the other vehicle, unscathed by the accident completely, ran over to me when he saw that I was limping and bleeding. The blood on my face mixed with the rain, which caused the thicker liquid to practically cover the side of my face and down the side of my neck as it glided down my wet skin.
He was frantic, asking me if I was okay and gripping my shoulder and arm, but I wasn’t going to have any of it. “Don’t you, fucking touch me…!” I growled as I threw his hand off of my shoulder with my right hand, which caused his other hand to let go of my limp arm. He fell silent, so I spoke up. “I don’t care if you’re ‘sorry’ or not; my mom just died about six months ago because of assholes like you that don’t look where they’re going! My baby brother has nightmares about this shit happening again!” At that moment, an employee ran onto the scene with an apron, in case anyone was bleeding. I stopped, and stiffly grabbed the already damp cloth from her. “Go stay by my brother.. Make sure he doesn’t go into shock.” I told the employee, and she nodded before jogging over to Hayden’s door. She looked inside, and when she saw Hayden, she cautiously opened the door and greeted him. “Are you okay? Your brother told me to stay with you.” Said the girl with the name tag that read “Julie.” She didn’t seem to mind that she was getting wet either. “To keep you from going into shock.” She added. She gave his face a worried, yet friendly glance before her face fell into curiosity. “You two are twins?” She asked.