When things go crashing upside down- Niall Horan

Chapter 11.

Nobodys POV.

"FUCK! NO!" The driver yelled, still in shock. He had been injured, but the others health was more improtant to him. He wedged the lorry door open, and jumped out. 

"Hello?" He called, hoping for an answer, but to no avail.

He frowned. Limping towards the car wreckage he began to get extremely worried. What if he'd killed them...What if there was children in the car. He'd deffinatly go to hell.

He reached the car, and the tears began to fall heavily as he viewed the large amount of blood that covered the interior. 

"Oh sweet baby jesus. Lord, I've never been bad, ever. Please, I'll never ask for anything ever again. Just let these people be alright" He whispered, hoping that the lord would help him. Before he pulled his mobile out to call somebody, but he quickly realised he had no signal at all. 

"No! THIS CAN'T HAPPEN!" he yelled in frustration.

The man got down on his knees, looking into the upside down car, he saw the driver first. He was bleeding. A lot. He leaned in, taking his pulse. 

Nothing. He was dead.

He almost chocked on his sobs. But continued. He noticed there was a young boy in the back seat. He looked familiar, but couldn't recall where he'd seen him. He leaned into the other side, to take this boys pulse, and found a faint one. He smiled slightly. 

"Alright son. I'm Robert. I'm going to help you, okay?If you can hear me, squeeze my hand, or nod or something" 

He asked; No response. He waited for another few seconds and when he was about to speak again, the boy opened his mouth. 

"I-it, hurts" Croaked a weak voice. Robert was shocked, he hadn't expected this. 

"Alright. I know it does son. I'm going to get help, you just hand in there. I'll be back in a second" Robert got out of the car, and ran towards his truck. He picked up his CV radio, and tuned in.

"Can anybody hear me?.. I repeat can anybody hear me" He spoke into it.

"I do. How can I help?" A rough voice answered

"I need an ambulence, but I have no signal. I'm, on Edinburgh road. Ive crashed into a taxi. One of thems alive. Please help" He responded. Then grabbed the wooden board from under his mattress. He took it out of the lorry and ran with it back to the boy. He lay it on the ground. 

"Kid, can you still here me?"

"mm"

"I'm going to get you out of the seat, okay?" He didn't wait for a response. He clicked out the seat-belt; And with a swift manouver, eased the body out of the car, and onto the board.

"It's okay, Son. It'll be okay." He comforted. There was sirens in the background. Robert sighed in relief. But the boy looked distressed. 

"I-I don't think I'll make it." He whispered. "I'm So-" He never finished. Instead his eyes rolled back into his head. His body went limp. His chest stoped moving.