Freckles {Jean x Marco}

Chapter Six

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What

Am I

Saying~

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[Jean's PoV]
Glass shards flew everywhere as the huge truck slammed into us. "Marco!" I shrieked as the windshield dug into his face.

He screamed in pain as the car flipped, and ended up with his arm pinned underneath it. He struggled to free his pale, freckled limb. It opened deep gashes.

"Marco, stop! It won't help!" I yelled, grabbing his other hand. I was miraculously left without too many deep gashes; most of my wounds were shallow cuts.

He turned his face to see me, and I felt like recoiling. The right side of his face had glass shards galore. He had some on the left side, but what caught my attention on the right was the fact that I couldn't see anything beneath a huge shard of glass seemingly covering his eye.

"Marco, you'll be alright," I assured him while trying to assure myself.

His breaths were gradually becoming more and more sharp, his eye that was visible wide in fear. His chest was heaving. He must be having an asthma attack. I can't blame him. Blood is oozing from a side of his face, and his arm is trapped under a vehicle, among other wounds scattered through his body.

I whipped my phone out of my pocket, ignoring the Instagram notifications I had. I dialed 911 furiously.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"A car accident." I quickly rattled off the street, but in the middle of my answer, my signal cut off. "You peice of sh*t!!" I yelled at the screen, launching the phone out of the car. Hopefully they got enough to know where we are.

Marco had started crying. He had a look of dread and fear on his face. "I'm going to die, aren't I?" he asked, sobbing.

"No, Marco, you'll be okay," I promised.

"How do you know?" He was pale, but I didn't know if it was from blood loss or from fear.

"Stay calm, and you'll be fine." I gingerly crawled over the shards of glass between us. "I promise."

Sirens started wailing from a few miles away. Marco started trying to get his arm out from under the car again. "I-I'm sorry, it's my fault," he said weakly.

"No, it's not." I hug him. "You'll be fine, calm down."

He stayed silent. I looked at his arm while he pulled his knees to his chest. "I'm scared," he said after a minute.

"I am, too," I replied softly.

The car shifted, dragging more jagged glass and metal through Marco's skin.

He cried out, trying to pull his arm away again.

"Marco, stop," I said, trying to stay calm. A pool of blood was forming quickly beneath his arm, getting on his skin. It covered the freckles, staining him crimson.

An ambulance screeched to its halt nearby. Paramedics rushed out, bringing one of the beds that could rise and fall. A police car almost fishtailed getting next to the ambulance.

A man came out of the car with the "jaws of life", prying the metal parts of the car away from Marco's arm. The blood had stained his hand--which looked broken--red, and the foreboding liquid was dripping.

"Is he going to be okay?" I asked the paramedics as they loaded Marco onto the stretcher.

One gave me a hopeful look, then they rolled the stretcher into the ambulance. A second pair of paramedics gently took my arms to try and lead me to another ambulance that had previously shrieked to a stop.

"No, let me see him!" I yelled, swatting their hands away.

"We need to make sure that you're not severely injured," one of the paramedics, a woman, said softly, trying to grab my arm again.

"Then can I see him?"

The silver-haired nurse nodded, and I reluctantly went along with them.