The Time Traveler

Chapter 21: Be considerate, Harry.

Hiya guys! So there's lots of stuff happening in the next few chapters! But this is by far my favorite chapter. SO...read on! Enjoy! -Brit

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Harry's P.O.V.

Have you ever been in so much shock that it's a bit numbing? And you feel some sort of relief because your know that if you weren't numb things would be a lot worse.

Now, have you ever seen someone you became so close to, almost began to love them, made a stupid mistake, and saw their life come crashing down before you?

And literally.

It was crashing.

When I screamed for Rose to watch out, it was too late. She had been hit at an intersection during a stoplight, and I'm not even sure why he kept driving past the red light.

She was hit on the drivers side, thankfully not on her door, but unfortunate enough to make her veer into a pole. I watched the entire thing.

The first thing I did, was pull over in a matter of seconds and run out into the street. I ran towards the car, and other drivers at the intersection who had stopped were also coming out. I felt my stomach churn, expecting for the worst, as I ran towards the scene.

Rose had to be okay. She needed to be okay.

As I slowed down, my heart pumping through my chest, not from the running but from fear, I could hear my weight stepping onto the broken glass around the car and crushing with each step I took.

People watched as I went to the driver's side. I saw a woman dialing on her phone, anxiously pacing as she looked at me and the car.

I peeked my way into the destroyed metal, and the way Rose just laid there, limp and unresponsive, could never be unseen.

I tried opening the door, I didn't care if I got shards of glass stuck in my hands, I needed to get her out of the car. After the smashed-in door finally pulled open, I was more than ready to catch her body as it fell out of the car.

But I didn't catch her. The seatbelt did.

If she hadn't worn that seatbelt things could've been worse.

I was careful to pick her up without touching her injuries, and I carried her out. As soon as I turned around, I saw a man standing behind me.

"Is she going to be alright?' He asked.

What a stupid question. Did he not see have of her face was drenched in blood as the cut on her head began to throb.

Did he not see she wasn't responding?

Did he not see her arms, neck and face were covered in cuts from the glass that broke when she rammed into the pole?

I was about ready to yell, but I realized as more people gathered, they weren't here to watch some show, they were here to help.

"Did someone call the ambulance?" Was all I said to the man.

He nodded, and I looked back at Rose.

She was covered in blood. She had scratches and cuts and bruises that were just starting to form. Her eyes were closed and I could still feel little puffs of breath coming from her mouth, as I had her face pressed against my chest.

She was still beautiful. And what made her even more beautiful was the fact she was in my arms again, even if it was for one last time.

She was here.