Dancing With Death (Eren x Levi)

23.

Eren pov.
Any experienced street racer would tell you, the beginning determines the outcome almost entirely.
The tension was so high you could fell it in the air, no one dared speak. The only noise we all heard was our revving engines, and that was enough to satisfy our ears.
Jean and I were lined next to each other, something that we did for most events. It was like a silent assurance that we would have each other's backs, we were practically brothers.
I brock eye contact with Jean to survey the competition. I could see the drunks on the far left, their cheeks were flushed red due to the blood rush alcohol caused them, they probably wouldn't make it the first 8 yards. They would probably hit someone, best case scenario it wasn't Jean or myself, and he would bring down a couple of other races with him.
I felt light tapping on my shoulder, I look over to Jean. He held his fist out sideways, and I tapped our fists together twice, Good Luck.
Finally, I look over to the omega holding the checkered flag.
Once it hit the ground, we were off.
The course that was picked was a long 25-mile drive. It was mainly in the most densely populated parts of the city like Woodland Hills (I don't know why they named it that either, it's pretty flat). But after the first 12 miles, the main road branched off a small back road.
My assumptions were proved correct when there was a massive pile-up crash nearly six minutes in the race.
Everything was going relatively smoothly till.. watch out!" Jeans faint yell was badly heard above the roaring sound of traffic. My eyes widened and I jerked my handlebars to the right to try and avoid the large semi-truck making a wide right turn into my lane.
But, I wasn't fast enough, I squeezed my eyes shut and braced myself for the impact. The force that hit me sent me straight to the pavement, I had to let go of my handlebars to avid braking my wrist.
I tucked myself into a ball and tried my best to cover my face as I tumbled on the ground.
After a few agonizing minutes, I finally stopped moving.
I peaked my head up, my vision a little distorted due to me being dizzy.
"Eren!" I heard a familiar voice shout. I turned my head slowly to see Jean running towards me.
He dropped on his knees in front of me.
"Eren, oh my God, on my God. Thank God your alright." He hugged me close to him while mumbling things along that line.
I was going to reach my hand up and pat his back, but a sharp pain made its way from my upper arm to my wrist. I let out a hiss in pain a and dropped it back down.
Jean took quick notice of that and looked at me.
"Where does it hurt?" The questioned.
"Just my arm," I said thew clenched teeth. "I'll be fine. Let's just grab my bike and get back to our mates." I said flatly, trying to stand up.
"Eren, I don't think yours in any condition to walk, let alone drive. We can just have Levi pick you up." He insisted.
"No," I said sternly while walking towards mike bike, which laid on the ground several feet away from me.
Jean mumbled profanitys as he got up to help me.
"Fine, but if Levi gets mad, it's your ass on the line, not mine. Got it?" He said as he helped me pick up my bike. I gave him a quick nod.
He sighed and ran his fingers thew his two-toned hair.
"I'll be following right behind you," I nodded yet again as I go onto my bike.
We were about three miles from the end of the race, and I felt bad that I held Jean up. Him helping me might cost him his ride.
The only damage my bike took from the crash was a large dent on the gas can, it could have been way worse.
My throttle (forgive me I forgot what it's called) hand was my right and my left hand was the one that was injured so it all worked out.
Shortly after we left Jean called my name. I looked over at him since we were at a stop light.
He pointed towards the left side of the street. There were three cop cars, all of them had their lights on, casting color around them, next to them was a line of motorcycles, and submitting on the curb were the riders.
We both smiled. Seven riders, our whole competition. Looks like we get to keep out shit.

Levi po. 
It has been what seemed like forever since Eren left when in fact it had only been thirty minutes. The two other sets of racers already came back, making me anxious as for why Eren's group hasn't shown up yet. 
I was lost in thought but I quickly snapped out of it when I heard Marco yell.
"There they are!" I snapped my attention towards the approximate area of the finish line. And indeed there they were.
I walked quickly towards it as they both crossed it, tying for first place.
But Eren not getting first was the least of my concerns.
"What the hell happened!?" I asked as he dismounted. His left arm was bent like a ducking twisty straw and he had cuts all over him.
He was a few steps away from me when he collapsed in my arms.
"Gagh! Eren!" I shouted.