As they were coming off the highway, Bryant and Kat were teasing each other, their laughter filling the car with a sense of lighthearted joy. Bryant playfully poked Kat's side, and she swatted his hand away, giggling. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in their bubble of happiness. But that moment was shattered in an instant. A semi came out of nowhere, its massive form suddenly appearing in their path as it was pulling out. The truck's back end collided with their car, the impact so severe that it sent them spinning.
The force of the collision knocked Kat out instantly. Her head hit the window with a sickening thud, and she slumped unconscious in her seat. Bryant's heart stopped as he realized what had happened. The car was still spinning, the world outside a blur of motion and noise. He fought to regain control, his hands gripping the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity. The screech of metal against metal filled his ears, a horrifying sound that seemed to go on forever.
When the car finally came to a stop, Bryant's first thought was Kat. He turned to her, panic seizing his chest as he saw her motionless form. "Kat! Kat, wake up!" he shouted, his voice cracking with fear. He reached over, his hands trembling as he gently shook her, desperate for any sign of life. The world outside the car was chaotic, people shouting and running towards them, but all Bryant could focus on was Kat. He could see the faint rise and fall of her chest, a small reassurance that she was still breathing.
Bryant's mind raced as he tried to think of what to do next. He needed to get help, but he couldn't bear to leave her side. The minutes felt like hours as he sat there, holding her hand, whispering words of comfort and love. Finally, he heard the distant wail of sirens, a sound that brought both relief and dread. Help was on the way, but the uncertainty of Kat's condition weighed heavily on him. All he could do now was wait and hope, praying that she would wake up and they could face whatever came next together.
Bryant's leg was cut open at the bottom, blood seeping through his jeans as he struggled to move. The pain was sharp and intense, but his focus remained on Kat. The ambulance arrived swiftly, its flashing lights casting an eerie glow over the chaotic scene. Paramedics rushed to the car, their movements quick and efficient as they carefully extracted Kat from the wreckage.
Kat's limp body was gently cradled by the paramedics, her pale face a stark contrast against the darkness of the night. Bryant's heart clenched at the sight, a mix of fear and determination flooding his senses. He tried to stand, his injured leg protesting with every movement, but he needed to be by Kat's side.
The paramedics worked with precision, securing Kat onto a stretcher and swiftly loading her into the ambulance. Bryant managed to hobble over, his face etched with worry as he reached out to touch her hand. "I'll be right here, Kat. Stay strong," he whispered, his voice barely above a hoarse murmur.
As the ambulance doors closed with a finality that echoed in Bryant's heart, he felt a surge of helplessness wash over him. The sound of the sirens blaring to life pierced the night, signaling their departure. Bryant stood there, watching the ambulance speed away into the darkness, carrying the most precious person in his life. All he could do now was pray for her safety and cling to hope that they would make it through this storm together.
