Roadtrip Oneshots

Rykey, Dislocated Knee

Rye

I lost sight of the boys some time ago.

I'd been slowed down by some of the equipment we had to manoeuvre between locations, and hadn't realised that the gap between me and the boys had got too big as we had been heading back to the minivan.
So when I looked up minutes later they were gone. I turned in all directions, but couldn't see anyone.

Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. My hands were completely full, and so every time I dropped something it took ages to pick it all back up again.
Perhaps that's why I was walking slower, so as to decrease the risk of me dropping anything.

It would've been nice of the boys to wait for me though. But I knew that they were all desperate to get home, a long day of filming completed.
At least I knew where the minivan was, otherwise this would've all gone a lot worse.

And of course I spoke too soon.

It was getting dark; with each passing second it was getting harder and harder to make out what was in front of me, so much so that I walked even slower.

Looking back on it, there was no way in hell that I would have ever seen the dip in the earth in front of me.

In my surprise at there being nothing beneath my feet I let out a shout, and felt myself pitch forwards.
An intense agony shot up my right leg, the point of impact being my knee.
I dropped everything, and heard a loud crack, my eyes shooting open as the pain in my knee increased tenfold.

Dammit. What had I got myself into now?

I'd landed hard on my side, so I groaned as I tried to sit up, already feeling bruises forming all over my skin.
And then I shifted my knee, causing a guttural groan to escape from between my lips. I gasped, feeling the pain keep increasing.
Where was my phone? At least it had a torch on it... And I could see if I had any signal.

With trembling hands I reached into my pockets, brushing aside everything I had dropped. I couldn't care less about that right now.
The second my fingertips brushed the screen I sighed in relief. At least I'd have light, if nothing else.
I removed it and unlocked it, closing my eyes as the brightness blinded me. With tears in my eyes I lowered the brightness, and then put the torch on.

I shone it directly at my knee, and felt my whole body freeze in shock. There was no way I was going to be able to get myself back the minivan, seeing as my knee was in the complete wrong place. Of course I'd only gone and dislocated it.
What the hell was I supposed to do now? Wait for boys to notice I wasn't with them? And how long would that take? I could be stuck out here for hours.

Not wanting to look at my knee anymore I decided to go on my phone, leaving the flash on so that I had some light.
No signal.
Brilliant.
Perfect.

Something rustled in the distance, and I wipped my head around, craning my neck, pricking my ears with bated breath.
I dropped my phone onto my lap, running my fingers along the ground until they curled tightly around a fallen stick.

Who knows what was out in the woods at night.

***

I've been stuck here for just over an hour now. No sign of any of the boys. I didn't even know how close to the minivan I was, or if the darkness had disorientated me at all.
I was helpless, and I couldn't hate my life more than I did now.
Why did they leave me behind anyway? Were they playing a joke? Or did they genuinely forget that I was with them?
They better not leave without me. That's for sure.