A/N sorry for the long wait, we've been super busy. enjoy!!
Chris's POV
I could hear a girl screaming, I couldn't make out if it was my daughter or her friend. I try to open my eyes to see and to try and get help but I fail. I feel waves of excruciating pain go throughout my weak body. The only thought running through my head is are we going to make it through? Will we be all okay when and if we get out of this horrible mess?
Soon enough I could hear sirens coming from afar, I never thought I would be so happy to hear those sirens. My heart begins to race, I try for the very last time to open my eyes and I finally succeed, I attempt to move but fail when I realize I couldn't feel my lower back nor my legs.
Paige's POV
The Ambulance and Police car come to an immediate halt at the top of the ditch. "Stay there, we are coming down." One of the paramedics say, "how many people?"
"There's four more people in there." I croak.
The paramedics take me to the ambulance as the police men approach the car. "It's not looking good." One of them says.
"They've got to be ok." I look up at the paramedic.
"Sit here and let me take a look at your arm."
"I think it's broken." I laugh, trying to be positive.
"Yea, it's not normal for your arm to look at this." He laughs back, "so what happened? If you're comfortable talking about it."
"We were on our way to the airport, heading to LA, and a transport behind us lost control and smashed into us. That's all I remember." I say.
"Okay, you're going to have to give your statement to the police when they arrive so they can find out who did this alright?"
I nod my head and sit on the edge of the vehicle hoping that everyone will be okay, my whole life I was told to keep a positive mind set when it it came to these situations. After a while of sitting the paramedics and the cops finally got everyone out.
A crowd begins to form, I listen to their whispers from the edge of the vehicle. Soon the cops notice and begin to tell them to leave and to make space for all the vehicles to leave the scene.
"Guys we have to get these kids to the hospital now!" One of the paramedics yells to the others who were zipping up a black bag. it then dawned on me that someone died, tears escape my blue eyes. I step off the vehicle and walk towards the two men carrying the body bag, "-so young I can't imagine how the parents are going to feel." Says the taller one with pitch black hair.
"Can I-" He cuts me off before I could finish.
"Yeah, you can." The paramedic says as he slowly unzips the the bag, right when I saw the braided brown hair my knees went weak and I fell to the ground crying. Miranda was dead, I lost my only friend, she was like the sister I never had. I can't believe she's gone now.
The paramedic rushed over to me and helped me off the ground, "come with me." He says.
"She's gone, fuck this!" I yell at the top of my lungs pulling away from the paramedic, it was impossible though. He wouldn't let go.
"It's going to be alright."
"No it's not. You don't understand." I look him in the eyes.
"Come with me, we are going to get you into the ambulance and to the hospital." His voice cracks. I could tell I said something wrong.
He helps me into the back of the ambulance, "I'm sorry."
He didn't respond.
"Is anyone else dead?" I whisper.
"I'm not sure. Was that your best friend?" He asks. It was kind of odd, usually in the movies paramedics aren't this nice.
"Yea." A tear rolls down my cheek.
"I'm sorry for your loss, it happened to me as well." He didn't look up from his lap.
I sat in silence until we got to the hospital. The paramedic helped me out, "can you keep me updated?" I ask as he helps me into a wheelchair.
"I can do my best, but I usually don't spend much time outside of this vehicle."
"I just need to know if Jack made it." I whisper, I've already lost my best friend I can't lose him.
The paramedic, who's name I never learned, left the room and a nurse quickly came in. "Broken arm, possible concussion." She says reading a clip board.
"Yea, can you fix me up quick? I need to go see Jack." I let out a nervous laugh.
"Putting on a cast takes time, and you need to rest." She says.
"I need to see Jack." I say through gritted teeth, "give me some pain killers, my arm will be fine."
"I have an idea, we will call the front desk and see where Jack is. What's his last name?"
"Dail." I say.
The nurse made the call, which only lasted a few minutes, "he's in surgery right now. I can't tell you what is wrong."
"Tell me." A tear rolls down my cheek again, "please. Is he going to make it?"
-Paige & Miranda
