Yogscast One-Shots

[Ridgebop] Wake Up

Teencast AU

"Please, please wake up." I mutter for what must be the umpteenth time, carefully gripping your limp hand.

I couldn't stop thinking about the accident. I guess it was that thing called survivors guilt, but I keep replaying it over and over again in my head, thinking of how many things I could have done to stop this from happening.

It's all my fault. I've done this to you.

We were on our way to a theme park, the day of the accident. I thought it would be fun to invite you along. I really wished I hadn't now.

You were in the car with your parents and I was in the other with mine. We'd been talking to each other on the phone pretty much the entire time.

We'd managed to stay behind his car until a few other people crossed lanes and slid in front of our car, leaving you far out front. We'd playfully made cries of sadness when it happened, not that we were separated.

About ten minutes later, two large trucks, an oil tanker and log carrier had pulled up on either side of us. The car in front of the log truck's tire blew and they swerved into the middle lane, smashing into a silver RV which flipped and skid along the road. The tanker didn't have time to stop before it had also smashed into the car. Bits of metal had ripped through its front tires and drove off into the railing. It hit the rail and it's back spun off across the two lanes, and was pulled off as the cars behind it added to the pile up.

Bebop and his parents were shouting in panic, trying to swerve away from the wreckage. My parents slammed on the breaks as soon as they saw what was happening. We were whacked forward and spun a few times, but the lane behind quickly came to a stop and we were out of harms way.

Unlike Bebop, who was in the thick of it.

I think the only thing that made it worse was that we were still on the phone. I heard everything that happened next.

The tanker had a hole in it and was leaking fuel everywhere. Just to add to the madness, the first car that had hit it was smoking and starting to catch fire.

There was about seven cars trapped between the two trucks when the fire reached the fuel. The explosion was stupendous. It was like something you'd see in an overly Micheal Bay film.

When the smoke had died down and the fuel had burnt itself up, people were getting out of their cars and cautiously approaching the wreckage, many with phones out, other calling for anyone who may still be alive or conscious.

I kicked my door open and ignored my parents' shouts for me to come back. I sprinted towards the upturned cars in search for the dark blue one you'd been in. When I found it, I saw that there was another car on top of it.

I quickly ran towards it, barely taking a moment to make sure it was safe. With great effort I forced the twisted door open, not caring about the broken glass everywhere. You were severely burnt and bloody, some limbs slightly mangled where metal had torn and ripped into your flesh.

Checking that you were still breathing and your pulse was there, I undid the seat belt and made sure as best I could that your neck of back hand't been broken, relieved when I couldn't find any suggestion that they were.

I gently turned you and slid my arms under your shoulders and pulled you put of the car, dragging you a safe distance away and laying you down. I ran back over to your parents. Your dad, who had been driving, was slumped forward in his seat, blood gushing from a wound in his head, eyes open wide and unseeing. Your mother had a large piece of metal impaling her chest. That was all I really needed to see to know they had died.