aces baby - a.i

ch.4--blame game

It takes a while before I can properly clear my head. Even after an hour, I can't. There is a constant banging in my skull, and I'm just praying nothing is hurt. My vision is blurry and darker than it should be.

What about volleyball?

I reach for my bag to grab my phone. I accidently run my wrist through a piece of glass. I wince. I recover and manage to shakily find my phone, and I quickly dial 911.

An ambulance should be here any minute. I even out my breaths, and count. That's always what I do when I'm stressed or nervous. I just count. And bounce my knee. But I can barely feel my knee right now.

I'm scared.

My head hurts.

And no one is here.

I've always been a very good driver, and now I've had an accident and I'm ashamed. What about the other driver? Are they okay? It was their fault, right?

This isn't a blame game.

These thoughts are hurting me.

It takes a few minutes before I can untangle myself from the seat belt and air bag. I slowly stagger over to the other car, tripping on my own feet every once in a while. The car is busted more than mine, and I can't find the driver.

ASHTONS POV

The other boys still aren't here yet, and quite frankly, I feel like I'm going to explode. I am so bored and I should've gone out with them.

I bet they're having fun.

I bet they're not watching the Avengers for the 5th time tonight.

As if on cue, the door opens wide and 3 boys trudge into the room.

"Hey guys. How was it?" I ask.

Luke shrugs. "It was alright."

Michael nods and grins. "I had fun. A lot of fun actually." Calum gives him a look.

Clearly I'm missing something here.

DEV'S POV

In all honesty, I don't remember any of the ambulance ride. I don't remember where my wrecked car is. I don't know where I am. And I have no idea what time it is.

I groan and try to sit up, feeling achy and stiff. The pounding in my head is nearly gone. I look around, unsure of what to do. I'm in the hospital. Can I go home now?

A nurse walks in. She hands me a glass of water. I thank her and drink the entire glass. "Can I leave?" I ask bluntly.

"Erm, well, the doctors going to talk to you, and then I suppose it's your choice. I reccomend you stay the night, it's only been about 2 hours and you're pretty banged up." She starts walking out the door. I stop her.

"What time is it?"

"It's about the crack of dawn. You got me up early." She winked.

I fumbled with my swollen fingers for a little bit before the door slowly opens. A stout man walks in, gripping a clipboard and a pen.

"Hello I'm Dr. Goldman, but I know what you want." He rubs his hand across his beard. "You'll be fine."

I release a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"You can maybe even go home tomorrow morning, unless you want to leave tonight, though I don't reccomend it. You have minor bruises and cuts along your legs and arms, but nothing to severe. Although, um- Your head could be an issue."

I reach my fingers gently to my forehead, stopping at the side, near my hairline, when I feel a throbbing pain.

"It's bruised. Pretty badly. You'll be fine, just, uh, take it easy, yeah? Take advil when you need it, but you'll be ok. You're very lucky. It could've been alot worse." I nod, disappointed about the injury, yet grateful for nothing too extreme.