me - we are cominggg

i stay on the phone to ross as we ran through the airport to gate 72

"we're here" i shout to ross as i see him trying to get closer to the doors as he can

we run out as we jump into his car

"what's up with this weather? it's summer" maddie whined

i nod my head in agreement

"are you dropping us off at our house then going to get the others or are they getting a taxi?" mason asks ross

"they were meant to get a taxi but i don't know if they will be able to do because of the storm" ross shrugs, he looks really worried

he furrowed how eyebrows even more when there were cars beeping and the car was steaming up

"are you okay?" i put my hand on his arm to calm him

"i can barely see" he start getting annoyed by now

"pull over please your scaring me" i hold his arm tighter and shut my eyes preparing for the worst

the car starts sliding as ross slams the breaks trying to pull over, the car makes one long slide and landed on a curb once the car fully stopped

"guys?" mason said quietly

in that time my hand had let go of ross' hand and was on the edge of the seat, my head had hit the side of the car multiple time

i lean up and face ross whos in shock

"ross?" i furrow my eyebrows as i place my hand on my head where it had been hit

"is everyone okay?" max leans forward and holds onto my chair infront

"my head" i whisper

as soon as i said that ross faced me almost immediately

"where, what, when?" he started rambling

"i hit it on the side, many time" i furrow my eyebrows

he placed his hand where i was holding it as i rest my head into his hands

"stay awake for me, we're gonna go home okay?" he smiled weakly

i nod slowly as i cant see much anyway

i lean my head back against the chair and shut my eyes to try get away from the dizziness

"stay awake for me kenz" ross reminds me as he starts the car up again and slowly drives down the motorway

the rain had calmed down a lot but it was still coming down, the roads were pretty empty on the way back

i feel my eyes shutting as i'm trying my hardest to keep them open

~

the next thing i saw was what seemed like my bedroom?

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