Hunter's Point Of View
When I wake up I realize I have my glasses on. Shit. I must've left them on. I take a look around. We're in traffic. Not moving very fast, but moving. I look at Nate, he's leaning with his hand on his head on the window. The other hand on the wheel.
"You've been asleep for about an hour," he says and sits straight up.
"Really?" I ask.
"Yeah," he says.
Suddenly a car speeds on the left and is cutting through from lane to lane.
"Jesus Christ," he says.
"I hate people like that," I say.
"Yeah," he says and yawns.
"Nate," I say.
I was being serious when I said as soon as I saw him get drowsy I'm pulling him over.
"Yeah, I know," he says pulling over on the street and out of traffic.
As soon as he stops the car I get out and open his door. I put my hand on his shoulder and say, "C'mon."
SCREECH! CRASH!
Next thing I know I'm in. A lot of pain. Ah shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I take a glance at my arm. It's definitely broken and it's bleeding. I look at Nate. He's unconscious. I know I shouldn't but I pick him up from the car and hold him in my arms. His head is bleeding badly. I try to find a pulse but I'm unsuccessful. He's... No. No it can't be.
"No, no this can't be real," I say.
"HUNTER!"
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