Kahoot x Reader

Chapter 32

Kahoot slides into the driver's seat and slams the door shut. His mom, Jamie, looks at him from the passenger side.

"Did you adjust your seat?"

"Yeah."

"Did you adjust your mirrors?"

"Yep."

"Did you-"

"Yes!" Kahoot cries, hands squeezing the wheel. "I'm fine, mom. I know how to drive."

Jamie raises her eyebrows. "Tell that to the stop sign you ran over last week."

Kahoot feels his face warm up. He doesn't need to look in the mirror to know that his ears are red. "That was one time and not entirely my fault."

In Kahoot's humble opinion, driving is...interesting. It's not something he wanted to learn or was excited about, so his mom had to force to him to get his license. He's not terrified of it, per se, but being in control of a 4000 pound metal weapon that could crush bones in a second doesn't provide much comfort.

"Can we just go to the post office already? I really need to mail these out. Like, as soon as possible."

His mom gives him the go and Kahoot pulls out of his drive way and and onto the road.

In the city of Maple Park, there's only one intersection with a set of lights - it adores the main street, standing there with chipping yellow paint and rusted poles. Kahoot hates it. Not only does it make him anxious, but because there's no cameras, people blow the lights all the time. It's like everyone is colourblind.

And so, Kahoot usually stops, even when it's green, just to make sure someone isn't zooming across the other road.

Unfortunately, he needs to pass by the lights to get to the post office. His illicit package from Toohak makes him want to get there as soon as possible. So, when Kahoot sees that the lights in front of him are green, instead of easing off the gas pedal like he usually does, he speeds up. Which should be fine.

At the last possible second, a red car darts out in front of him. A moment after Kahoot realizes oh shit his tires squeal and metal fold in on itself. It's not slow-motion, like in the movies; the crash happens in the blink of an eye, their bodies smashing forward as the car stops but they don't.

Kahoot can see the woman in the car they hit holding her head, he can hear his mom asking if he's okay, but the only thing that really registers is how much seat-belts hurt when they do their job.

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(A/N: disclaimer - I don't know how medical things work, so the realism here is dubious. I couldn't be bothered to learn the difference between MRI and CT, so here we are.)

Kahoot insisted that he was fine and didn't need to get medical care, but when his feet wouldn't listen to him enough to walk in a straight line, his mother immediately dialled for an ambulance. Kahoot pointed out that an Uber would have be cheaper, but she ignored him.

And that's how Kahoot got to wobbling down the corridor of the hospital, being escorted for an MRI by one of the doctors.

"So...why do I need an MRI? I feel fine."

"Your mother said you puked in the entryway."

Kahoot looks back in the general direction of the waiting room. "Aw, man, she sold me out?"

The doctor smiles. "The scan won't take long. You'll have to sit still for about 10 minutes, and after that, you'll get your results in a couple of hours."

"Results. Right." Kahoot looks at the doctor's coat, and notices the well-worn edges, its frayed cuffs probably soft to the touch. "Good results would just be a normal brain?"