there's blood and injuries and it's a bit disturbing
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There was so much blood.
Why was there so much blood?
Oh gord, oh gord, he was feeling lightheaded now, someone's telling him to keep on going, come on, move your legs, is that Grian who's talking? Where's Sam? Wait- didn't Sam do this? The- the blood?
Why does it hurt so much all of a sudden?
His knees buckle, he can't walk, no no no don't make him, Grian is whispering to him to please stay, don't give in, come on, we're so so close to the bus, we have to get to a hospital. He presses a hand to his stomach, it hurts so much, it's all slippery and wet there, right, the blood. That's where the blood is coming from, right?
He's on the bus, now he's taking the wheel, he's driving, but it still hurts, gord it hurts, and Grian screamed-
It's so loud, so so loud, the crash, the metal meeting metal and colliding with force, he felt his head be thrown against something, glass shattered, what's happening? What's happening?
Heavy breaths, he can hear heavy breaths coming from someone nearby, it isn't him, was he even breathing? He feels someone's hands on him, drips of what feels like water and what feels like not water falling onto his face, his arms, he hears whispers and crying, he didn't know what they were saying. He couldn't see, were his eyes closed? He tried to say something, it sounded like a mumble, barely intelligible.
And he was being lifted off the ground, thin arms trying to carry him, was that Grian? It had to be Grian, who else would be this determined in this town, this town of pure apathy? What was the Brit thinking, what was he muttering, what was he crying? He couldn't understand, there was something trickling down his arm though, wet and warm, blood, probably. Trickle trickle trickle, so slow, must be really heavy blood. Yeah, focus on the blood, on the trickle, it doesn't hurt as much there, the trickle was just a trickle.
He could feel Grian's every step, every weighted step, but he himself was being dragged, his feet not picking up from the ground, he couldn't, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move himself. It felt like they were moving forever and ever, and suddenly Grian was YELLING, loud and loud and why was he so loud, why was he yelling, who was he even yelling at?
Now he was lifted from the ground, gentle, strong hands picking him up, telling him everything was okay, everything was going to be fine. He stirred, ever so slightly, he was on a flat surface, straps over his chest, he was moving much faster, and the blood on his arm had stopped trickling, he felt like he could just... go to sleep. Sleep... that sounded good.
And so everything fell to nothing.
