In the Eye of the Beholder

three

William Gibson | TW: mentions of blood, car crash, cussing, mentions of throwing up 

His head spun, the car was flipped, vision was blurry. 

"Fuck," William sputtered. Blood came out and dripped onto the dashboard below him. William reached his arm out to the floor below him and unclipped his seatbelt, causing him to fall down on the car's windshield which was already cracked and shattered at his blow. His head banged with the pain and angry it almost felt like a vein would pop. William pulled his weak body out of his car through the window. His hands and arms were shaking from the crash. 

"Call 911!" Someone yelled. He lay on the side of the road next to his totaled car and surveyed the scene. William tried to remember what the hell happened. He's swerved and had gotten in front of another car. He remembered the car being hit from the back and then... nothing. He must've blacked out. The shock riddled through his body. He'd blacked out... 

"Sir, are you okay?" Someone went up to him and started grabbing his limp body and lifting it up. 

"911! Call 911," The person who was lifting him up yelled, "Hey, come over here and help me hold him," They said next. William tried to apologize but his words were swallowed and slid back down his throat. He knew he must be extremely heavy, at 6'3 and completely limp he had no strength to hold himself up and was completely relying on the person.

William looked around as they carried him away from the wreck. His car was completely broken from wheel to top. It was flipped and all the windows shattered - there was a trail of his own blood coming from the drivers side. William did everything in his power to not vomit on the highway. The other car that had smashed into him had it's front smushed in and smoking. 

There was a small family standing next to the car, huddling and the kid was crying. The father of the family was angry calling someone on the phone. A few other cars had parked around them and were consoling the family or calling 911. 

William was laid on the group and above him was just the bright sunny sky. He could feel his body levitating and imagined his soul leaving the heavy human body it was placed in. For that moment, William wished he could fly. His eyes fluttered. The moment was ruined by multiple random people sticking their head in front of him. 

"Doesn't look too bad..."

"Thank god he was wearing a seatbelt-"

"How close is the ambulance?"

"A minute away," 

Someone had pulled ice cubs out of their drink and started putting them on his forehead and neck. William hadn't realized until then but he was burning up. He could feel the heat radiating through his skin. Suddenly the sound of wailing banged in his eardrums and the flashing blue and red lights careened into view. 

"Everyone move out of the way!" A deep voice yelled. William felt his jaw go slack, a drop of blood had dripped into his eye. He didn't even had the strength to reach up and wipe it out of the way. And in that moment, tears mixed with the blood and ran down his face in a streaky mess. 

"Sir, can you hear me?" An ambulance worker asked him as they started scooping up his weak limbs and lifting him up. 

"Y..e..s" William croaked out. He hadn't realized how dehydrated his throat was until then. 

"What's your name?" William swallowed. 

"William.. Gibson." 

"What year is it?" 

"20XX" 

"Okay, yes lift him in just like that." William was placed in the back of the ambulance and the view of a sunny day turned to a cold metal interior. The stretcher underneath him was plush and warm.

And William felt himself drift off, letting his mind and body submerge to the pain. 

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Notes:

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