Rory ~
A loud buzzing fills my ears. My eyes blur as I open them in a desperate attempt to slave off the darkness threatening to drag me under.
Tires skidding on the gravel breaks through the endless buzz of the ringing in my ears.
I press my hands against the dashboard and push myself up. My vision flickers when I struggle to lift my head.
Through my unfocused gaze, I spy Alec’s phone on the dash. It takes a few tries for my hand to grab hold of it. I press the glowing red circle on his home screen, praying that it wasn’t damaged in the crash.
As a wave of pain washes over me, I nearly black out, Alec’s phone tumbling to the ground.
“Angel?” Mason says weakly from the backseat.
“Mase.” Relief has me stretching my arm behind the seat. It’s a few seconds later when Mase’s hand clutches mine.
“S’ Alec…?” Mase’s words slur but I understand what he’s asking me.
I turn my head. Alec’s slumped against the steering wheel, blood on his forehead, tilted towards me. His door’s caved in. The window’s smashed. Alec was closest…
I pull my hand from Mase, my hand reaching out for Alec but he’s too far away.
“Alec.Alec!”No matter how many times I cry out his name, he doesn’t wake or even move. My fingers brush his shoulder in an attempt to wake him.
“Rory, just stay still, baby. I can’t–” Mase’s words are cut off when he groans, pain lacing his voice.
“Mase?” I question. Silent answers me.“Mase!”I whimper.
Please answer me…
A lone tear trickles down my face.
It hurts…
Dizziness befalls me again but I don’t have the strength to combat the blackness that trickles into my vision like stars before taking me away.
Luc ~
The monitor beeps as Rory’s chest rises with steady breaths. I’m afraid to look away, fearing that the second I do, she could leave.
Jace is sitting beside me clutching her hand like a lifeline.
Mason woke up a while ago. He’s still a little out of it because of the drugs he’s on but he’s sitting up and as pale as a sheet.
We’ve been at the hospital for five hours. It’s about two hours from our house—where we had planned on arriving tomorrow.
Fuck. My throat tightens. I rest my forearms on Rory’s hospital bed, brushing my fingers across the side of her bruised face.
The doctor’s voice echoes through my head.
“She’ll be okay. She’s got a concussion, three stitches lining her forehead and some minor injuries that were causing her some discomfort so she’s been sedated. She’ll most likely sleep the rest of the day.” The young doctor clasps his hands in front of him.
“Your friend however…he has multiple serious injuries. Being on the side with the most impact, he has a punctured lung, a broken arm and upon arrival, he sustained a brain bleed which is why you were unable to see him until now.”
Dominic makes a noise that sounded like a half sob. He’s holding Alec’s hand tightly—the one not in a sling.
“Please, do not be frightened. It was only small and he is mostly likely to make a full recovery with time,” the doctor reassures us. “He was lucky. Very lucky.”
Mason had woken by the time the doctor came in. He has similar injuries to Rory as well as a black eye since the back seats of Jace’s mustang don’t have airbags.
