Roadtrip Oneshots

Rack, Remember Me

Requested by taylorlynnroadie. I hope you enjoy it!
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Jack

I laughed a bit as another twig fell onto my head.

"Rye! Cut it out Babe, I'm trying to climb here!" I shouted upwards, ducked when I saw another one headed my way.

"I'm just testing you, now get your pretty little arse up here!" Rye teased.

I flushed bright red, and looked up to where my boyfriend sat perched at the top of the tree. Like it was easy. I huffed.

Well, not everyone used to go free running like someone...

"That's what I'm trying to do," I said as I pulled myself up higher.

Another few more steps, a few more branches.

"Nearly there Jackie," Rye encouraged, and he started to lean down a bit to reach for me.

I took my eyes off my foot for one second.

I went to take a step, my gaze focussed completely on Rye, and I heard a crack. I looked down. The branch I was stood on was not sturdy at all.

"Rye?" I asked, scared to move.

We were so high up... I hated to think what would happen if I fell.

"Don't move. I'm coming down to get you."

I clung to the thicker branch beside me for dear life. My heart began to pound, and when I looked down the ground seemed to sway and rise.

Rye's movements made the tree sway, especially that high up, and every little step sent the tree wildly shaking.

"Okay, I need you to turn around Jack. And I'm ready to grab you," Rye said.

It snapped me out of it, and I looked over my shoulder, scared to do much else.

His face was pale, but hard, balanced on the balls of his feet. One arm held onto the tree, whilst the other reached out towards me.

"I can't move," I said.

"Yes. Yes you can. Just do it slowly," he encouraged.

There was an underlying tension to his words that I picked up on.

"Okay," I breathed out.

It went well, until it didn't.

I managed to turn all the way around, and faced Rye completely. But then my foot slipped backwards. I felt myself fall.

Rye lunged for me with a panicked shout, but his fingers missed mine by literally millimetres. His finger tips brushed mine for a second, and it was then that I knew I was screwed.

"Jack!" Rye shouted.

His body seemingly rippled in fear.

Halfway down my head smashed into something, and it sent my vision white, oh so white, and I couldn't see a thing. I couldn't hear. I couldn't feel anything. All I could feel was the pain, and my voice as it tore my throat to shreds.

I didn't remember landing on the floor, or anything, it turned out.

***

"It's been weeks though! Why has there been no change?"

"Mr Beaumont, he hit his head hard. Twice. His body needs time to heal and rest-"

"-Do you know what it's like? To see him lying there, day after day? Not knowing if he's going to remember me?"