Forever in Music// Dnf

11.

He screamed. Standing up and running towards the car. He yanked the door opened, and got in. The other man ran to the passenger side.

The car started. Rocks flew out from under the tires. They sped down the mountain, almost crashing into trees, but persistent.

A minute passed. Then another. Then a third, soon a fourth, and finally, a fifth. They reached the bottom of the mountain, where two girls layed.

Unconscious.

Shallow breathing.

No movement.

The man in the drivers seat jumped out. Sprinting over to a girl with dark brown hair, and two blonde stripes. Her face held a small smile. But her eyes were closed, her breathing was unsteady and they could tell she was on the brink of death. But however bad this girl was. The other one was worse. Her purplish-pink hair plastered on the rocks and on her face. Sticking to the sides of her face where tears had fallen.

"I'm calling 911." The man in the passenger seat had his phone to his ear, anxiously waiting for the people on the other line to pick up. Then, they did.

But the other man wasn't paying attention to that. He carefully picked up the brown haired girl. Bringing her to the backseat of the car, and pushing the seat down so it formed a small mattress like surface. He took off his hoodie and wrapped it around her. Carefully, before running to get the other girl. Unwanted tears fell out of his eyes. He had been so strong but this... this was over the edge.

The man on the phone ran over to him. "We have to go. We are going to try and meet them halfway. I'll stay in the back. Unless..." He didn't finish. The crying man cut him off as he climbed into the drivers seat.

"Go. Get in." He started the car. The man in the backseat could sense his sadness, and how hard he was trying to keep it together. But not for the two girls, not even for himself. But for the fact they could be saved or, at least one of them could live longer. And the other would survive another two days.

The car started moving, faster than the speed limit, swerving around cars. The man in the backseat flashed his phone flashlight in Morse code. *Going to hospital. Trying to save a life* Over and over.

Seconds turned to minutes.

Minutes passed and eventually turned to a half hour

Then, an hour.

Blue and red lights flashed on top of a white van. Three people ran out. Their car stopped, and the man in the backseat opened the trunk. He tried to lift the pink haired girl out of the car, but his arms failed him. Luckily, one of the medics caught her, as another one lifted the other girl. They were put on stretchers, and then slid into the ambulance. The man in the front seat pulled the car into a parking lot, and ran to the ambulance. Him and the other man got in, just as the doors closed and the ambulance got back onto the road. Going above the speed limit.

It's lights flashed. Tears fell out of the dirty-blonde haired man.

Cars swerved to the side of the road, leaving them an open road to speed through.

Everything seemed slower. Although, at the same time, everything was moving so fast.

Too fast. After what felt like a 10 minute long eon, the ambulance took a turn and pulled up to a huge white building. The car parked and they quickly unloaded the two girls. Rushing them into the ER, the two men not leaving their side. And insisting to not go 'Sit in the waiting room.'

The blond haired man held the brown haired girl's hand. The stripes in the front of her hair covered her face.

Her hair had started off dirty blonde, like his, but she dyed it. Wanting to try something new, but promising to him she would never dye those two stripes.

The brown haired man sat in a chair in the room. Staring at the floor, not blinking. Not moving. Not making a sound.

Then, his head snapped up, looking at his phone.

11: 49

His eyes shut. Tears leaked out, slowly. He wiped them away. Then he looked up again. Watching the pink haired girl's heart rate monitor spike and keep a steady pattern. Her eyes fluttered, and then opened. The brown haired man stood up, walking over.

She didn't speak. Didn't move, didn't smile. Just layed there. A minute passed. Then another. Then a third, and soon a fourth. Soon it was 11:55. She waited another minute, then turned her head, barely an inch, and looked at the man. She opened her mouth, sighing. Then, slowly, she formed words.

"3 minutes. That's it. Time can seem like it moves so fast, but at the worst moments, it stops. It freezes, making you which everything would just stop. 3 minutes to say my final words. To make my last impact on the world, and to say goodbye." She paused. Breathing in and out. The clock ticked, two minutes. "But I don't need 3, or even 2 minutes. I don't need time, if it would be wasted anyway. I don't need a goodbye, if it's not really goodbye. And I don't need to make an impact, as long as I made a friend."

She looked at the other girl, then, painfully turned her head back to the man.

"But, I'll say goodbye anyway. Because, although I might see you again, you will never see me. And that is something to say goodbye to." She smiled. Then closed her eyes. Breathing out, as the heart rate monitor slowed. And slowed. And flattened out. And then spread into a thin, never ending line of death. The man looked at the clock as it ticked again.

12:01