𝟗-𝟏-𝟏/ 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓

𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝜗𝜚 𝑬.𝑩

𝜗𝜚

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: a fatal car accident see's Buck reunited with an old high school 'friend'

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: death, past trauma mentioned?, platonic, whump, other

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 896

𝒂𝒐𝟑 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆: 'Crash - Evan Buckley'

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: make your own context

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Your eyes sit heavy trying to open. Static rings in your ears accompanied by a piercing headache.

You have no idea where you are with your memory up until this point a blur. Your arms feel heavy by your sides just like your eyes.

You strain your neck to the side, trying to stretch out the pain. It doesn't work, merely making it worse.

Slowly you lift one hand up to your forehead to try to soothe the pain. A sticky liquid sticks to your finger tips.

You lift them back down to look at the substance. Your eyes don't focus very well but the blur of crimson red is enough to know it's blood.

Tiny shards of glass stab into your thighs, arms and other places where they were flown. As you register your surroundings panic starts to set in.

Your breathing quickens and you feel like your about to pass out. This doesn't feel real. Like a hazy out of body experience. Partly because you could hardly feel your body.

The sky outside is dark but lit up by flashing light and street lamps. Your consciousness slowly fading out.

A bright light shines in through your car window."Female, Approximately 20. Head trauma, possible spinal.", a male voice calls.

A handsome man lowers down so his head is visible through the window, he notices your eyes drooping and fighting to stay open.

"Hey stay with me. You're gonna be okay. We'll get you out of here.", he comforts reaching an arm through the broken window and placing his hand gently on your shoulder for a moment.

You grab his hand, "Please-", you beg, "I don't want to die." Your voice is strained and croaky coming out in almost a whisper. Tears pool in your eyes.

That almost sends Buck over the edge, almost crying himself. He should be used of it by now but he wasn't. Something about you seemed so familiar.

The radio was still playing. A slowed version of fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens.

He fastens a brace around your neck and ducks out of the window again to help cut you free.

You want to groan from even that slight amount of pressure but no noise escapes your chapped lips.

Your stuck in the car pretty good but eventually they get you out. But by the time your out and sitting up against the car things aren't looking good.

Blood soaks through your clothes. Your once white shirt is now dyed shades of red along with your jeans.

A stray tear falls down your motionless face. If you could an ocean of tears would be streaming.

The night air is cool against your exposed skin. People rush around, shouting orders and tending to the wounded.

The firefighter crouches in front of you. "C'mon stay awake.", the man pleads but you're just so tired.

"Cap! We're losing her!", he yells behind him to an older man. The older man nods and puts his arm up in the air motioning to two paramedics.

"Hen, Chimney!", he calls directing them to you. "What have we got Buck?", the woman asks the handsome firefighter while the other paramedic opens up their kit and starts getting things ready.

He looks at you worriedly, "Uh I'm not sure. Major blood loss for sure, potentially a spinal and head trauma."

"Pulse is weak and slowing.", the male paramedic announces. "Get the defib and get ready to start compressions. Buck lie her down flat.", Hen directs.

The firefighter gently but fastly lays you flat. The ground is covered in small shards of glass and debris.

The female paramedic places an oxygen mask on you and gives it to Buck to pump. The world is pitch black and now you're out.

"I've lost the pulse.", Chimney notifies. Shock pads are stuck to your chest. "Starting compressions.", Henrietta places her hands flat on your chest and starts.

She pauses after every 30 compressions letting Buck administer oxygen. But it's to no avail. "Stop compressions.", Chimney demands, "Getting ready to shock in 3, 2, 1."

Your body convulses violently, lifting off the ground. Then after a few seconds you crash back down.

"Shocking again in 3, 2, 1." The process repeats but nothing changes. Chimney avoids eye contact as they all frown. He rips the pad off.

"No you can't stop!", Buck shouts angrily. "Buck-", Henrietta says sadly but he's already hovering over your limp body and starting to do compressions again.

"Buck, she's gone. She's lost too much blood, there's nothing we can do now.", she says. The captain comes over and stands behind her, frowning at your unconscious body.

Buck slowly comes to a stop when he's being pulled off by Eddie. He falls into Eddie, grabbing onto his arm and crying into his chest.

Eddie just holds him there in an effort to comfort him. "I-I know her.", Buck sobs.

The rest of the team share a shocked and sorrowful look with one another.

It had took Buck awhile to recognise you. Being that you hadn't seen each-other in years, not since highschool. He didn't know whether you had recognised him or not but a part of him hoped you hadn't.

Then you wouldn't know that he had failed to save you again.