.To Save A Life.

To Save A Life -- Chapter Two

"Move! Move, you idiot!" I was screaming. What kind of moron juust stands there when he is clearly going to be maimed by a two thousand pound screaming metal death trap?!

Apparently, the answer is that guy.

"OhmiGod!" Oh crap! I hit a human being with my car. My stupid yellow car killled someone! 

On my first try attempting to get out I almost strangled myself and flopped around ineffectively, due to the fact that I was still encased protectively in my seat belt. (Remind me to cut it out later. There would be no more similar mishaps in the future. Ever.)

"Do me a favor and please don't be dead," I said to the bloody matted thing on the road- which was either a huge bald dog or an unkempt human. I nudged it with my shoe and rolled it over. Human. Crap.

"Come on," I said to the figure, hoisting him up on my shoulders and setting him down in the back seat. I should've called an ambulance, but I am a seventeeen year old girl: we can't be expected to think these things through.

"What's your name?" the dude said from my backseat, where he was currently bleeding out.

"Avery," I muttered, focused on going as fast as I could without getting caught or killing someone else.

"Would you like to know mine?" he asked shakily. 

Truthfully, I didnt. All I wanted was to dump this kid off at the hospital, crawl under four to six layers of blankets in my room and cry softly or ask Jesus to help me. But, of course, I had more or less ruined his day (slash life) and I didn't want to be rude.

"Yep."

"Project 469."

Did I give him a concussion too? 

"What ...?" I asked.

"Mmmm-hmm..." He appears to be having a seizure now.

All I can think as I pull up to the emergency room is that my insurance rates are going to sky rocket.

As soon as he was hailed away on a stretcher I made a run for the door. Of course, Jesus hates me. So, as per usual, I was stopped by a morbidly obese woman in tight floral scrubs.

"If you could fill these out..." I read somewhere that morbidly fat people grow mold inside their fat tissues, and that's why they smell bad. I'm pretty sure this chick was growing her own super bacteria. Attempting not to fall over and grab at my own throat like the people in Star Wars do when Darth Vader chokes them, I take the papers.

"I dont...I don't know him. I just hit him..." Yep, I sound like an educated person.

"Just do the best you can." Her attention is now directed at a pregnant woman who is holding her stomach, screaming about accidentally peeing herself and that she was at the super market and something about smashing some pickles or something...I suspected she wouldn't be pregnant for long...

The first thing on there....Name. Crap. I had a feeling I shouldn't put "Project Something-or-other". I decided to cross everything out instead. I slapped the stupid papers back on the desk.

Should I wait...? No. Kort would kill me if I stayed out too late.

I headed for the door yet again. No go. Apparently, I was needed in the hospital. A nurse took my wrist. My neck twisted. It was a lovely blonde male this time.

"Um...hi...?" I said idiotically. I wasn't good at this sort of thing.

"It seems that boy you brought in is already awake and asking for you." He flashed a smile.

"O-Oh...Well..." I stumbled over my words. "I really have-have to get home. My brother's waiting."

"He won't stop." The nurse made a pained face.

I nodded solemly.

The blonde led me, quickly, to a secluded hospital room. I had the urge to cover my nose. I never could stand hospitals. The smell was overpowering. Ugh. The room had a simple monitor with wire coming from everywhere. Several led to the boy I'd mauled with a car.

Speaking of, said boy was struggling against a doctor that held him down. Upon noticing me, he seemed to calm. The doctor let go.

She cleared her throat, smiling the cruelest grin one could. She looked like Malificent from Sleeping Beauty. The boy attempted to sit up.

"Well, I'll give you two a moment." Her voice.

The doctor and nurse left, most likely to gossip to their staff. The boy's odd eyes watched my every move. I could see them calculating everything he saw. His hair was dirty and looked much like a homeless persons. His eyes were like a newborn's. Inexperienced, innocent. Yet they were like a computer.

"Hello." He stared straight at me.

"Uh...Hi." I blinked, a bit confused.

"I'm very sorry for ditrying your..." He chewed his lip, thinking of what to call my car.

"It's cool." I tried to smile.

His head tilted. "Cool." His bandage seemed to be bleeding through.

A few doctors rushed in, forcing me away. The blonde nurse explained that he'd have to go into surgery so they could remove the bullet. I wasn't listening, though.

What have I gotten myself into?