The Forgotten Hale | Teen Wolf / Chris Argent

23. Crash

!! IMPORTANT !!
Mkaii guys, so I've decided to put this story 'on hold' for now... I'm not sure when I'll update again, but don't expect anything big before next month (or around there)... I'm sorry, but it's just that I need some time to get more idea's, eventually a break from this story... Thanks 4 understanding :)
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*Aiyana's POV*
I stared at the taxi driver, raising an eyebrow. He seemed to be very, very stressed. Should I ask.. or?
-"Excuse me Sir, but you seem very stressed. Is there something wrong?" I asked, folding my arms. I started feeling a little bit uneasy.

-"Oh, yes. I just, I've got a meeting in.. not that long and the fact that I must drive you downtown makes the time short for me," he explained, picking up the speed. I looked at the speed he was driving at, and it was above the limit.
-"Sir, you're driving above the speed limit," I snapped at him, trying to make myself small in the seat. What if he'll crash and I die with the boy? Nope, I won't tolerate that. "Slow down the damn car!" I snapped at him, but he kept the same speed.

What on earth is wrong with him? Doesn't he care about safety at all? Suddenly the lights on the road turned yellow, but he still didn't speed down. When those lights turn red, the cars from the side will drive...
-"Stop the car now or you'll kill us!" I screamed, pushing my back all the way into the seat. Fuck it, I'm gonna die. The lights turned red even before we reached them, and just as the driver drove by them, a car from the side hit our car.

It happened in less that a second, but it felt longer. The door on my side was dented in, and the hit was unbelivable powerful. The poor cab went flying to the side, the car rolling around a couple of times before it hit another car from the other side. I inhaled a short breath as I heard more and more cars crashing. My head was pulsing and pounding, every single muscle in my body was screaming for help. I slowly turned towards the taxi driver, and his head had been squished between two dents. All I could see was a bloody pulp. I then blacked out...

*Scott's POV*
I rushed into the hospital, looking at the man in front of me. Half of his face was bloody, full of deep cuts. Woah, that car accident surely was worse than I thought. As my mother turned around, I lifted the bag up in the air. She walked towards me with a huge smile.
-"I'm starving," she said as she grabbed the food, placing it on the disk. "Oh. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Thank you for bringing me dinner." She gave me a hug.

-"Is everything okay?" I asked, looking at the closest people.
-"Except for half the accident victims in a 10-car pile-up being rerouted here from downtown, and the ER attending not answering any of his pages? Yeah, I'm okay," mom replied. I looked at the wall, narrowing my eyes.
-"What does 'not answering pages" mean?" I mumbled. Yep, this doctor language is not anything for me 

-"It means that nobody can find him. So now we have to wait for the on-call to get here," mom replied. Suddenly a woman walked up to mom, clenching her stomach.
-"Miss?"
-"Yes?" Mom replied, giving her full attention to the woman.
-"Excuse me. Can I kind of please have something for the pain?" She asked.
-"Okay, I'm sorry. I know. But actually giving you something could complicate things, so... We really just need to wait for the doctors, okay?" Mom said as she walked with the lady. She placed her in a chair, returning to me.

-"Okay, how much longer on Dr. Hilyard?" Mom asked the lady on the phone.
-"Ten minutes," she replied calmly.
I walked over to the woman and sat down beside her.
-"Uh... You know, I think I read online that sometimes human contact can help with pain," I said, looking at her. I slowly put my hand on top of hers, taking her pain away. She gasped, looking surprised at me.

-"Someone.. help me!" A very familiar voice shouted. I turned around, looking surprised at Ethan. "I need help!" He shouted, holding Danny up. I and mom both rushed over to them, helping Danny further into the hospital.
-"Okay, gentle, gentle, gentle!" Mom said loudly as we sat him down in a chair. His face was full of pain.