•Bittersweet (Ryan Sitkowski)• COMPLETED

Fall Into The Abyss { 22 }

Third

Nothing could be heard inside the car. Ryan groaned and opened his eyes. Intense pain ravaged him from all over, the pain in his right arm and side being the worst. His vision was dark and fuzzy. He could barely make out anything around him. For a moment, he didn't even know where he was at. But then it set in.

"Jessica?" He called out hoarsely. No response. Groaning in pain, he tried to move himself. It was them that he realized his right arm was broken and most likely one of his ribs as well. Finally releasing his seatbelt, he fell to the roof of the car with a grunt of impact.
Gasping, he looked about. It was clear that the car was upside down in the dried up riverbed below the small bridge. There was no sound what so ever beside the small whirling noise of one of the wheels still rolling.

"Jessica," he called out again, rubbing his eyes to see more clearly... Only to wish he hadn't. A gasp escaped Ryan as a deep internal pain struck his heart.
Blood that he had initially thought was his wasn't his.

Jessica lay attached to her seat, head bent forward with her arms out. The seat belt had fused to the seat during the crash and had severely cut into her chest. A deep gash rested in her forehead from when she hit her head against the steering wheel when the car originally hit the ground. Her wrist was twisted and her arm seemed limp. Blood covered her body and soaked through the light grey sweater she wore.

A choke scream came from Ryan as he tried to scramble over to help the female. Yanking on the seatbelt, he tried to get it come undone but failed. Suddenly remembering the pocket knife Jessica always carried in her shoe, he reached down and pulled it out. Within minutes, he had cut her out and gently laid her down on his lap. Shakily, he searched for one of their phones. Unable to find either one, he felt tears begin to form as more blood pours out of the girl's body.
"Oh god. Oh god," he repeated over and over again as he decided to pull himself and Jessica out of the crashed car, worried that the car could be leaking gas or oil or anything.

Dragging her limp body out, he sees the white truck from earlier pulled over.
"Help!" He shouted, gritting his teeth as he attempted to pull the girl he had been so awful to not even minutes ago with only one arm and waning strength.
God, he had been so rude and awful to her. And now she could die. If only he hadn't pressed. Of only he had dropped the subject. If only he hadn't gotten in the car. Tears he didn't even know had formed fell down his cheeks.

"Sir," someone said beside him. Only now did Ryan become aware of the fireman and paramedics surrounding the scene. "We got her." He said.

"No," Ryan lashed out. "I have to help her. I have to help her." He cried out.

"Sir. We're going to help her. But in order to help her, you need to let her go and go with one of our paramedics. You're seriously hurt." A guy tried to explain to Ryan.

Ryan began to shake his head. This was his fault. He wasn't going to let her go.

"Shit," one of the paramedics began to say. "Someone get the gurney. It's worse than we thought. Her pulse is flatlining!"

Ryan's eyes grew. "Whaaaa-" he started to slur before his vision suddenly darken. His grip on Jessica loosened and he passed out, falling to the ground unconscious.