Tharntype fic- Compounding factors

Chapter 7: If you are okay (Tharn/ Type's PoV)

(Tharn's PoV)

November 7th

I can't process what I'm seeing. This can't be happening, but fuck, the feeling that is happening. I can't be imagining all this pain. I couldn't have imagined that vision of my arm. I have never been that imaginative before. The pain takes over and blocks out all other thoughts. I wait for unconsciousness to wash over me, to let me escape from this pain, but it's not coming. I can't stop myself from shouting and I think that I'm begging someone to make this pain stop. I don't know who I'm talking with, who I'm begging to, but whoever it is,they are not listening.The pain is unrelenting, white hot and all consuming. My mouth tastes like blood, and salt from tears and all my world feels painful and burning, and I don't know what I can do to make it stop. All that I want is for the pain to stop. For a second. For a minute. Forever. I don't care, but I can't handle it anymore. I beg or shout or cry or everything at once, but all that I get in responses is loneliness and agony.Then someone touches my face.The touch is soft and refreshing, and even if the pain ripping through my arm gets all my attention, for a second I feel relieved. Someone is here and maybe they're going to be able to help me. To make it stop. I try to talk with that person, I try to make them understand what is going on. But they don't do anything. Then at the edge of my consciousness I hear a voice. It's familiar and pleading. It sounds as though the voice is suffering as much as I am. And that breaks my heart.

Type.

I push the thoughts of pain away and focus on his soft voice. He sounds terrified, and I try to pull myself back to earth, back to him. I decide that I can give in to my pain later, but right now I need to push it to the side and focus on Type.

He's grabbing my face and then he manages to bring me closer to him, as if he wants to protect me with his body. I wince in pain. Type is telling me something but I can't really understand any of his words. I really like the sound of his voice, even if it sounds scared, because in some way it makes me feel better and a little more relaxed.

My boyfriend's hair covers his eyes so I reach out to fix it. Even this movement is painful, but it seems just fine to do this for Type. I would love to do more for him. Type smiles at my gesture and kisses me softly on the forehead.

The sound of a siren breaks the moment. Someone must have called an ambulance. My first thought is that we need to move to the side of the road and clear a path because there is an emergency somewhere and someone might be hurt. It's not until the ambulance pulls up beside me that I realize that that someone is me. Pain clouds my sight. I can't breathe. I can't think.Thinking is painful.

The paramedics approach me and ask Type to step aside so they can tend to me. Type stops his hug and that feels more painful than my arm. I want to be with him, because if not I wouldn't be able to control my panic. I wouldn't be able to control my pain. I want to tell Type... to beg Type not to go, but words are stuck in my mouth. Nevertheless he seems to understand because Type says something that sounds similar to "I'm here" and then caresses my hair while the paramedics are checking my arm. Type's hand in my hair feels perfect. I think it's the only thing that doesn't hurt me at this moment.

The paramedics load me onto a stretcher and wheel me into the back of the ambulance. Type follows, holding my left hand. They give me an IV filled with something that they say would numb the pain. They lied. Every single bump and turn that we take jostles my arm and basically my whole body, and sends a new wave of pain through me, and I groan. The sound echoes off the walls of the cab.Type squeezes my uninjured hand and whispers softly into my ear. I try to focus on him. On his voice, his face. The ride to the hospital feels like a new torture. The paramedics keep touching my arm, cleaning it, testing it, immobilizing it and generally just tormenting it until I'm not sure I can take much more.