"-nty-four years old. No known medications. History of scoliosis according to the other vic in the car. No other known conditions. Unresponsive on my arrival with-ˮ
Scott's lying on his back. There are bright lights flashing by above him, faster than he could track on a good day. People are running along beside him, none of whom look familiar, although he thinks he's heard the mezzo-soprano voice doing most of the talking somewhere before.
"-lse ox was 91% with BP 85 over 54 and heart rate of 132. Looks like periorbital facial fractures on the left. Some intraocular hemorrhaging in the left eye, but pupils are both responsive. Left shoulder took the brunt of the impact and appears dislocated with compound fracture of the proximal hume-"
Whatever surface Scott's on slows and then turns a corner in a dizzying, confusing, terrifyingly unfun way. He swallows back bile and swears he'll never make fun of Alex for hating carnival rides again.
Wait. Not Alex. He doesn't take rides with Alex anymore.
Mitch then. He'll never make fun of Mitch for hating carnival rides again.
That? That might possibly be a lie.
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FanfictionScott's vision is fuzzy. Hazy. Unfocused like it hasn't been since the LASIK. He vaguely wonders why, but his head hurts so much he's distracted and can't figure it out. He thinks for a second that he's drunk. That he's given himself the mother of...
