Short stories

Fearless pt.1

Heyo. So this was going to be a book. I'm probably gonna finish writing it eventually. Just wanted to share the first two or three chapters and get your opinions about it🤗 btw it's straight😘

CHAPTER ONE

The rain fell steadily as the lights from the ambulance flashed in the darkness. The night air settled around me, cool and crisp. My vision was blurry, my mind a bit foggy. I don't know how I ended up here, sitting on the sidewalk staring at my wrecked car. Tears filled my eyes as yet another person appeared in front of me.
And they were once again holding that damn red blanket.
I snapped. "Why do you all keep trying to put this blanket on me?"
The brown eyed paramedic didn't even try to coddle me. "Because you're in shock." He stepped around and wrapped the blankets over my shoulders. "And also because it's raining."
I wanted to push the blanket off, but then I remembered. I hadn't been alone. Earlier that evening, my sister and I had been in the car together. We had been laughing and singing to the radio, but.... I turned and looked at the empty sidewalk. She wasn't here, with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders telling me what a dumbass I was for flipping the car.
The same paramedic who gave me the blanket stood there watching me. "My sister..." I couldn't really complete my sentence, I didn't know where it was going. I didn't know what I was asking.
Because in my heart I already knew what the answer was going to be.
"Can you tell me your name?" he knelt down and when he was suddenly eye level I realized that his eyes weren't just brown. They were golden, even in the dark light. The brown turned liquid and sparkled in the flashing lights.
"Vesper Light."
He raised his hand, holding his pointer finger in front of my eyes. "Okay Ms. Light. Can you follow my finger?" He moved slowly, his eyes tracking the movement easily, as if nothing was wrong.
But we both knew something was very very wrong.
"God I need a drink." I pulled my hands out of the blanket and pushed my hair back. The movement triggered a sharp pain, butting through my skull. I winced, my eyes losing track of his finger for just a moment.
To my surprise he laughed. "Alright Ms. Light. You still want that drink after all?"
His hand fell as my eyes met his again. "Is this part of your protocol? To offer the damsel in distress a drink?"
He blushed. A small dimple appeared on his chin as he tried to stop the smile that slowly spread across his face. He looked down, bashful and maybe a little guilty for flirting with the girl who had just gotten into a car accident. Either way, I had to admit he was a nice distraction from everything that's happening right now.
The wind picked up, the early autumn night seemed to cool down even more as the hour got later. I had been sitting here for a while, how long I wasn't entirely sure. My mind was still foggy, the pieces of the accident were still finding their way back to me. I shivered as the memory of my sister's scream crashed down around me.
Tears filled my eyes as I curled the blanket closer around me. "Ms. Light. Vesper, can you hear me?"
I opened my eyes and found that he had been asking me a question. His brown eyes were full of concern as I tried to bring myself back into this moment here with him. I took in a breath, more than ready to ask once again about my sister. I heard the other paramedics working at the car, I heard people yelling and trying to figure something out. But the words were muddled, my brain couldn't actually process what they were saying.
"What's your name?" The question leaves my mouth before I can realize what it is I'm truly asking him. Nothing of importance, nothing about my sister or the accident. Instead I'm distracting myself, from the pain throbbing inside my head.
From the pain I know will soon find it's way into my heart.
His crooked smile eased the pain if only for a moment. "Wyatt."
My eyelids feel heavy as I answer his smile with my own. I try to nod, but then something happens and my head feels heavy. "Hey, hey Vesper. Stay with me." He reaches forward and presses his cold hands against my cheeks. It feels heavenly. "Do you feel dizzy? What's wrong?"
"Wyatt." I answer with a small breath. "That's a nice name."
I shake my head, the movement propelling a wave of nausea I hadn't been prepared for. "I'm fine." I finally answer his earlier question after my stomach stops tumbling on it's own.
Wyatt shakes his head, "I think you have a concussion. We need to take you in to check you out, it could be serious."
"No. I don't do hospitals." I snapped out of my delusional state real fast when he mentioned the hospital.
He sighed, like he had heard this all before. "Well can I at least take you to the ambulance? Make sure you're not beaten and bruised anywhere else?"
My entire body felt like a walking bruise, but I used his arms as support and stood up off the concrete. My legs screamed, my ribs burned. I let out a breath and a sob quickly followed. I knew the smart thing to do would be to let him take me into the hospital, where they could check everything out.
But I couldn't. I hadn't been in a hospital since that day I lost everything.
It took us far longer than it should have to walk the small distance between where I had been sitting and where the ambulance was parked. But we made it together, my tiny steps matched by his. He supported my weight, and caught me before I fell from the bright lights that blinded me.
He did a few more hand tests, where he made me follow his movements. He shined his little flashlight in my eyes, hit my knee with that weird little hammer. He put his cold hands behind my ears and pulled. I'm not sure why, but I didn't protest. He was the one with medical training afterall.
He sighed. "You definitely have a concussion." He started putting his tools back in their respective homes. "So if you don't want me to take you in for observation then you have to promise me you have someone who can keep watch on you tonight."
I blew out a breath. "I have my sister."
He didn't say anything, but I could see the pain in his eyes as he looked behind me towards the wreckage that still blocked the roadway.
Wyatt held out his hand. "Give me your phone."
"Why?" the word snapped out a bit harsher than I intended it to.
Wyatt rolled his eyes, the first time his patience had run thin with me tonight. "Because in the little amount of time we've spent together tonight, I have a feeling that if something happens you won't call 911 to help you. Because... hospitals. So I'm going to give you my number so that if you get into trouble or start feeling a certain way you can give me a call."
Despite the circumstances I batted my eyelashes at him. "Is this just an excuse to give me your number?"
He laughed, shaking his head as he typed the number into my phone. HIs fingers curled around the edges, the entire phone fitting into the palm of his hand. He didn't answer my question, instead he just handed me back the phone, with a new contact front and center.
I shook my head and clicked the edit button. -Weirdo Wyatt.-
I giggled at my immature self as I hit save. Wyatt stood there studying me, his jaw covered in stubble I hadn't noticed before. My cheeks heated from the intent of his gaze, I wasn't sure what exactly had happened. But in the course of these last few minutes something happened.
And that something was about to change my entire life.