Manthony ✨

Hit Hard

~HIT HARD~

⚠️Warning! Violence and slight blood

Idea by Alex_Wreck_ENGLISH

~Christian~

"Date night!" I shout, my voice echoing through the house as I hear a "One sec" from upstairs. I head up and peek into his room, "Casual or more on the nice side?" I ask and he turns to me, wearing a t-shirt and sweats, "Casual it is," I laugh and head over to get dressed. I throw on a black shirt and some blue jeans. I even decide to wear my Nike's, "Please don't step in mud," I mutter to myself and head back down to see Mitchel putting his Converse on,

"I'm ready," he smiles and we head out, walking to a nice coffee shop about 15 minutes away from our house. He takes my hand and I give it a loving squeeze,

"How did I get so lucky?" I ask and he smiles, his angelic laugh floating through the air,

"I should be asking that," he replies and I smile, watching my feet pad across the sidewalk. His thumb traces circles on the back of my hand and we continue our walk, soon reaching the shop. We get in line and I get a double shot espresso, needing the caffeine and Mitty gets a vanilla coffee. We sit and drink for a little and once we're done we head back outside to head home and maybe have some fun. If you know what I mean. Anyways, we continue down our path, watching the sunset when it all happens so quickly. The car swerves and tires screech against the pavement. I see the vehicle chaotically coming our way and I can barely open my mouth before it hits him. I watch as the car makes impact with his body and the sound of a few bones cracking coaxes my scream to come out of my throat as he hits the building behind him and hits his head. Hard. There's a small smear of blood against the wall and I scream again before kneeling down by his body and shaking him like any shocked person would. I whip out my phone and call 911,

"911, what's your emergency?" The dispatchers voice cuts through the sound of blood rushing through me,

"Send an ambulance, we're on 5th street, someone's been hit by a car," I choke out and she tells me to wait there and try to keep any bleeding to a minimum. I let my eyes wander to the driver of the car who seems to be dead or unconscious. I turn back to Mitchel and nausea swells over me. You can visibly see the broken ribs and his skin is colder than usual. I will not accept his death here and now so I rip off a piece of my shirt and lift his head, keeping pressure on his head wound. It doesn't seem deep or large so I'm slightly relieved. Sirens. Lights. They pull up and lift him onto a stretcher. They tell me to get into the back of the ambulance but leave room for the medics. I squeeze in and sit there. They put an oxygen mask on his face and I'm begging some higher force than all of us to let me see those eyes again. The ambulance starts to leave and I bite my nails as I watch them start to take notes and tend to him,

"We've got a head injury and three broken ribs," the medic calls to the captain and he nods, writing it down. I feel like throwing up and it must show on my face because the medic next to me hands me a bag. I throw up and he tells me to put it in the trash area to the side. He says they'll take it out later. I cry a bit for God's sake and when they get him into the ER, they wheel him to a room where they shove me out and tell me to sleep or something. Sleep is impossible at this point so I just wander around the hospital. I hope he'll be fine. This all happened so fast. I'm still in shock, my legs a bit numb. I find a chair and sit in it, falling asleep faster than I thought I would after everything that happened...

6 hours later

"Excuse me?" I hear a voice through the mist in my head, "Excuse me, sir?" I open my eyes and rub them before looking to see a nurse smiling softly,

"Hi, sorry," I say and she puts her hand on my shoulder,

"No worries, he'll be okay," she tells me and I breathe a sigh of relief, "They want to bring you in to tell you everything about healing, time, etc," she says and I stand up, dizzy from just waking up,

"How long was I asleep?" I ask, not expecting her to know since she's been caring for Mitty but she surprises me,

"About six hours, dear," she says and I scratch the back of my neck,

"Oh," is all I manage to say before I see the doctor and he beckons me in,

"Your name, sir?" He asks and I clear my throat, the scalpel and other bloody tools freaking me out a bit,

"Christian," I say and he looks at me like he needs more, "Anthony, Christian Anthony, sorry," I mumble and he types it into his computer,

"Name of the patient?" He asks and I tell him all he needs to know before he finally gets to the point and tells me that Mitchel's got three broken ribs that will take about a month and a half to heal and his brain injury resulted in a few hours of amnesia,

"Thankfully the impact on his head wasn't too intense or this could've been much worse," he pushes his glasses up,

"When can we go home?" I ask him and he looks at me over his glasses,

"Tomorrow afternoon, I want to keep watch on him for tonight," he says and I nod, "There's a bed over there, get some rest, you need it," he says so I have no choice but to crash on the rickety, cot-like thing until further notice. I close my eyes and drift off into yet another, dreamless sleep.