doctor, doctor. || rydellington

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first part.
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     I RAN TO the door and got in my brand new, matte black jeep. I threw my towel and bottle of water on the passenger's seat and started the engine; it made that amazing roaring sound as it quickly came to life. No regrets of buying this car. Not at all.

     But, I was late.

     Very late.

     I switched the car radio on and started to drive, trying my best to stick with the speed limits. Trying to drive a twenty-minute drive in less than eight minutes is quite stressful, I can tell you.

     An annoyed groan escaped my lips as I got stuck behind a long row of cars, all waiting for a red light to turn green.

     Well done, Ellington. It's the first day of rehearsals, and you're running late. Very well done.

     I tried to relax. They'll understand, I told myself. I'm a busy man, with a busy life, who sometimes can't be where he needs to be on time. It'll be no problem.

     Okay, maybe the real reason I was running late was because I had lost track of time while binge-watching Netflix shows. But don't tell anyone.

     The red light finally turned green, and the cars in front of me slowly started to move. By the time I had reached the lights, it turned red again.

     "Oh, come on!" I exclaimed, frustratedly slammed my hands against the new leather on the wheel as my car slowly came to a stop again.

     I had four minutes left to reach the theatre, which was still sixteen minutes away. Nice.

     After the light turned back to green, I drove as fast as I could without getting a ticket. Suddenly I noticed how many traffic lights there are in this city. And all of them seemed to turn red when I arrived.

     Two minutes left, and I wasn't anywhere near my destination. I groaned and took my mobile phone out of the pocket of my dark green sweatpants.

     "Mum, I'm sorry, I'm running late," I informed my mum through the phone.

     "Ellington, were you watching that show of yours again?" she asked, a severe tone in her voice, mixed with slight amusement.

     "What? No! Not at all. I was, erm, busy doing something else," I lied. I held my left hand on the wheel as I held my phone with the other, knowing it wasn't safe.

     "It's fine, honey. No pressure. Gosh, I'm so excited to see you again! I'm glad you decided to get back into the theatre world with your dad and me. Alice in Wonderland! You'll be a great mad hatter. Have you practised your lines?"

     "Yeah, I have practised. Listen mum, I'm driving. Got to hang up," I said, getting slightly nervous as I was breaking the rules about using a phone while driving. Yes, I get nervous about things like that.

     "That's okay, honey. I'll see you soon!"

     "See you, mum," I said, and I ended the call. I put my phone back in my pocket.

     Or at least I thought I did. Instead of feeling the weight of the small device pressing on my leg, I heard a soft thud. Great. I had dropped it next to my seat.

     I sighed. "Why, world?" I muttered as I looked around to check if everything was safe. Then I leaned down. I reached my hand for my phone, and it took me about ten seconds to find it, my eyes peeking just over the dashboard to still see the road in front of me.

     I sat back up with a satisfied sigh, and put my phone in my pocket, for real this time.

     Suddenly, there was a girl crossing the road.

     I hit the brakes of my car and exclaimed: "Watch out!" But I knew the girl wouldn't hear me, and it was too late anyway.

     While the vehicle struggled to stop its wheels from turning, its front hit the girl. She rolled onto the hood of the car and slammed against the window. The moment seemed to last at least a minute, while in reality it couldn't have been more than three seconds.

     When the car had come to a stop, the girl's body rolled back off of it, and fell on the ground, out of my sight.

     I felt my heart beat rapidly against the inside of my chest as I stared at the small amount of blood on my car's window.

     I hit someone.

     My hands were shaking as I opened my car door and got out. I gulped as I walked towards the girl; she was lying on her side, her blonde hair messily covering her face. I kneeled down next to her and turned her on her back, carefully brushing her hair out of her face. She was unconscious.

     "Oh god," I gasped as I looked at the blood that trickled down her forehead. It looked terrible. Her leg was laying in an awkward position, and it didn't look very good. Also, something small and hard-looking was sticking out of her chest, a stain of blood on the part of her floral dress that covered it, and I did not want to know what it was. Rib, a voice in my head spoke. I shivered.

     "Someone call 911!" I exclaimed, desperately looking at the people that had watched the ordeal happen. An older lady took her mobile phone and called, while I got back on my feet. I stared down at the girl, feeling sick to my stomach. She looked so young. She couldn't be much older than me, actually.

     The next part happened in a blur. The ambulances came, and I followed them back to the hospital. I picked up the girl's name as they rushed to surgery.

     Rydel Lynch.

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a/n: rydellington is otp

I'm dedicating this chapter to iwannaseeyousmilee because she was so excited about this story

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