What you know (Hamilton cast)

Ninety-four

A/N- i know theres a missing number
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My head hits the ground, pain shooting through it. My arm feels crushed and everything around me rings.

Can one fucking thing go right? I somehow get to my feet. I don't know what keeps me going. Maybe the fact that I don't want to see the things my mind hasn't processed seeing yet. I make my way down the street mindlessly, the pain there but feeling detached because all my focus is on is getting away. When my thoughts are starting to become processed, I'm pulling on a sweater outside of the theater and mindlessly making my way into it.

I think some people say some things to me but I completely ignore them. I just wanna sit now. I don't want to talk. Or even be awake. Nothing feels real.

"Kelsey." Alex's voice is the only one that makes it's way past my barrier between reality and my wonderland of unprocessed thoughts and understanding. I'd forgotten that he was here today. And that made me glad this morning to hear about. Familiarity since no place is currently my safe place except Jackson. Maybe dancing. I should dance later. "Kels." He's standing beside me.

"There's an officer here to talk to you." I glance at the door where an officer stands. All the other girls stare at me and whisper to each other. They might not gossip about each other like teenage girls but an officer wants to speak to me. That usually means trouble. And what kind of trouble would I have gotten into.

Alex leads me out of the room and into the hall, his hand on my back, gentle.

"Full name, please?"

"Kelsey Emmott." I say as Alex leaves.

"Miss Emmott, were you near the intersection two blocks to the right of this building in the last twenty minutes?"

"I don't know how long ago."

"Did you witness a crash there at 6:27pm?"

"Yes, sir."

"And where were you?"

"I had just crossed the street."

"Do you think you could describe to me what happened?"

"Why right after the crash? And how did you find me?"

"Do you know Niki Andrews?"

"Yes, sir. Friends."

"She was at the sight of the accident. She said that we could find you here."

"Is she okay?"

"She was barely missed. She was very lucky. She said that she wanted to talk to you before you got to work. She was hoping to catch you outside."

"Oh."

"We thought that you might be able to tell is what you saw."

"I wasn't looking at the first two cars when they collided. I just saw the sedan skid forwards and then the SUV collide with the green car and flipped.

"How far were you from the second collision."

"The other side of the street."

"Okay. Thank you, Kelsey. Would you mind filling this out so we can contact you if we need witnesses when the time comes.

"Okay." I sloppily write with my left hand. He thanks me and leaves. Feeling is starting to come back to my arm and I don't know what I'm gonna do. I already wanna cry and scream.

"What'd you do." Sam asks. "Did he let you off?"

"I didn't do anything." I walk back to my station, keeping my head down to hide my pain.

"What's with all the sirens?" Someone says. They all look at me.

"Why were you late?"

"Cause I was." I sit down, tears screaming to come out and pain starting to shoot into my arm, images of the little girl and the totaled car and injured people starting to make sense. But like it was in a movie.

Except the little girl. That kills me.

I almost yell out. I'm almost sure that my arm is broken. And blood is seeping through. Why can't I just say something. I start sobbing silently. No one notices. I hope they won't but I don't stop in time and I hear the other girls go silent. Why can't I be normal? Why does my life have to be like this. I live what Lin gave me. I love my friends, though I don't know what the Chicago cast is to me at the moment (other than just awesome human beings), and Jackson and my job but it's like the world is screaming at me to just stop trying to enjoy these things. But hey, I didn't die. I shouldn't be complaining after what I saw there.

I'm surprised that no one has noticed how much of a mess I am from that though. I may have made it out okay, but I don't look lime I had an easy walk here. Especially now that the blood is soaking through. I open a box and my station and grab some Advil, and swallow it dry, making me cough afterwards.

"Get the nurse." Amber says, shooting up from her chair.