Meeting Macey

Chapter Three- The Distress

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•LOCKY'S POINT OF VIEW•

We waited a couple of minutes, thinking she'd scare us from behind after her daunting disappearance. "Lock, I don't think she's coming back.." We halted to a stop and sprinted over to her discarded bike with a figure flung metres away. "Fuck! What the hell to we do?" I shrieked immediately taking off my jacket and supporting her head with it. "Wait for her to respond, if she doesn't one of us should go get dad and the quad. C..Can you hear us Macey?" She groaned and coughed. "That's not good enough! You go get dad Liam!" "What? Why me I should be the one--" "Just fucking go!" I yelled as he sped off on his '150.

"Macey.. Listen to me.. If you hear me, squeeze my palm." I said holding her hand for dear life. My hand was restless. There was no response.

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•LIAM'S POINT OF VIEW•

I dumped the bike without placing the stand on it and dad stormed out by the sound of me ruining the gravel.

"Liam what the--"
"Macey has had an accident on the big jump and she wasn't wearing a helmet. We need to go and get the quad bike." I said breathless and panting in my parents awe struck direction.

Dad took the bike and the first aid kit. Mum and I took the phone and the quad bike from the garage. We were on dad's tail and mum was screaming in my ear, holding on for dear life. "Drive Liam! Just drive!" Her sobbing ruined me as I pulled up, letting her off, then reversing so that the tray was close enough to life my sister's lifeless body into.

Locky opened the quad bike's tray and I ran to mum, holding her tightly as she held Macey's wrist. I whispered to her: "Call the ambulance. Now." She walked over to closer reception reporting the accident and address. Dad was checking her heartbeat and pulse. He wouldn't tell me anything so I looked at Locky in distress.

"One..two..three." The brothers heaved Macey up carefully, sitting mum in the back with her, dad driving and my twin and I on our bikes. We drove in silence, wearily that we might have lost her.

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•LOCKY'S POINT OF VIEW•

This was my fault. I suggested this, I suggested my trail. I made her become this. I screamed In my head as we pulled up in front of the house placing her softly on the Patio couch. Before we knew it, the ambulance were here.

A woman ran our with a stretcher and two officers behind her. "What happened, where's the patient and what is the condition?" Dad immediately replied: "Bike jump accident from 5 metre ramp. The patient is right here.." He said signalling to my big sis. "And she is unconscious."

They carried her out placing her in the stretcher. "Who is coming with us? One person is admitted." I looked at mum. "You go. We will be right behind you." She wondered in the van as they were already treating Macey.

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•IAN SOMERHALDER'S POINT OF VIEW•

"My first trip down under." I smirked smiling at the partially unconscious fans surrounding my at Sydney Airport. "Thankyou Australia! What a welcome! I love you all!" I cried stepping into the limo, that will be touring me around my dream land. The sounds of shrieking grew louder after the roaring of my comment. I chuckled, browsing on my Instagram news feed, casually checking my several fan pages devoted to me.

"Ian, pleasure. I'm Mr. Layard. I will be managing your schedule for your week in the smallest island continent." A man said surely, stepping in beside me with a dark suit and a deep voice, as My first reflex was to switch my phone off. "Ah, Thankyou Mr. Layard. I'm predicting you have a plan for.." I said checking my digital watch, "Right now." "In fact, I do. First we are going to the 'St. Vincent's Hospital.' We wil leisure a few patients, sign a few autographs and by Two, we will be at the airport to the Sunshine Coast." Breathless, he poured a glass of what seemed like vodka. Or water..

"Well boss, lets go." I sighed, pouring myself a beverage.

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•MACEY'S POINT OF VIEW•

I woke, barely; choking on some form of liquid intoxicating my mouth. I hazily saw my mother clenching onto my wrist for dear life as the nurses dryer my mouth. "Get her a helicopter. We have to take her to St, Vincent's. it's the only available E.R to help invade of induced comas." I looked over at her and mumbled "Coma?" I stuttered and shivered, blacking out. For sure.

I was the coma patient.


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I hoped you like it!!

I'm thinking about uploading the next chapter tomorrow!
I wonder how they will meet?!

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