The rain came out of nowhere and it seemed to last for what seemed like forever. I stared out the huge window that was in the front room of the office building I worked in. The wind blew and the rain slapped against the glass.
"They're sending us all home early before it gets worse." One of my coworkers said from behind me. She too was staring at the storm that was raging outside. I turned to face her.
"Really?" She smiled and playfully nudged me towards my desk. "Hurry before they change their mind." We both laughed and rushed to gather our belongings before running out in the pouring rain just to get to our cars.
"I'll see you tomorrow!" I yelled as I shut my car door. She waved and sped off in the opposite direction. I sat in my car and sent a few texts to my family before shifting gears and carefully driving down the road.
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With each passing milepost, I wished that the storm would lighten up a bit. I always had this fear of driving in a downpour and getting into a crash and when my manager released us to go home, I couldn't help but have this feeling in the pit of my stomach, almost like a warning telling me to be on guard. Maybe it was just nerves.
I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts and kept my eyes glued to the road ahead of me. For miles I was the only car brave enough to be driving but just up ahead there were two flashing lights. Hazard lights.
"They must have pulled over to wait the storm out." I mumbled to myself. But as I approached the lights, my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach at the sight of an overturned car. No one was around, I immediately steered my vehicle to the shoulder of the road, pocketed my phone and ran out into the pouring rain. The road was flooding and I could barely see through the mist.
"Hello?" I called out, there was no answer but all that I heard was the ticking of the hazard lights and the rain pelting the asphalt. My boots slipped in the mud as I carefully made my way to the car.
The windows were broken and speckled with blood. Kneeling down, I scanned the car and found a guy around my age dangling upside down suspended only by his seatbelt. A thick red liquid dripped down from his head and onto the glassy remains below him.
"Oh my God." I muttered. I frantically grabbed my phone from my pocket and called the cops.
"9-1-1 emergency." A lady answered.
"I-I need help, Please. There's a car overturned on the highway, two miles past the milepost I-92." There was a small pause.
"Is the driver in the vehicle?" The lady questioned. I could hear her typing away on her computer. My eyes never leaving the unconscious man.
"Yes but he's injured and not responding. Please hurry." I pleaded.
"Ma'am, stay on the line with me, officers and medical help are on their way-" I mumbled a small "Okay" and attempted to calm my nerves.
"Ma'am, is there any way you can check his pulse?" I searched around and got onto my stomach and crawled through the broken window and to him. Glass cut through my shirt and skin, making me bleed but my wounds seemed very minor to his. Putting the phone on speaker, I reached up and took hold of his hand and felt around his wrist for a pulse.
"I-I can't seem to find one-" I replied, my voice was shaky then a small rhythm was felt through my fingers. His heart was slow at first but it began to race under my touch.
"-Wait! I feel it, he's waking up." I exclaimed.
"Try to keep him awake, don't let him slip under again." The dispatcher explained.
A small groan escaped his lips and his eyes began to flutter open revealing his honey colored eyes that began to fill with tears.
"W-what's going o-on?" He stuttered. His lips quivered and his tears started to slip down his bruised cheeks.
"It's okay. . . it's going to be okay." I said in a comforting voice. He was shaking with anxiety and I couldn't blame him, I was on the verge of having a full blown attack. My hand was still around his wrist but when I saw that he was freaking out, I laced our fingers together and gave it a slight squeeze. Small whimpers could be heard through the tapping of the rain. His eyes began to lull back.
"Hey! Hey, I need you to stay with me. Help will be here soon so you can't go back to sleep now." His eyes focused on mine., I needed him to stay awake, so I did the only thing I was good at. . . talking.
"W-what's your name? A nice guy like you must have a nice name." I asked trying to take his mind off of what was happening. He licked his dry lips and answered softly.
"Shawn. . ."
"Hi Shawn. I'm Y/n. This isn't the ideal place to meet but it's nice to meet you." I chuckled nervously. Shawn tried to reply back but he began to cough up blood. I looked around and found my phone, it had been a little under 15 minutes since the dispatcher said help was coming. I feared that if help didn't come soon, things were going to get worse.
"What do you do for a living?" His hand tightened around mine and he clenched his jaw.
"I sing. . . I'm a performer." He was struggling to speak without wincing in pain.
"What's hurting you?" I questioned.
"My head." He whispered, his head dropping forward. I let go of his hand and cupped his face and held his head in place. His honey eyes started to glaze over and close.
"I'm. . . so. . tired." He mumbled. The sound of sirens became louder and louder the closer they came.
"Shawn, the paramedics are here, you need to stay awake." The squeal of tires braking surprised us both and the amount of urgent voices caused Shawn to panic.
"Ma'am we need you to move aside so we can get him out." One of the paramedics commanded. Shawn's breathing became shallow and rapid as I tried to let go of him and started to crawl back out but his grip was like a vice.
"D-Don't leave me please. . ." He begged.
"Shawn, you gotta let go so they can help you." His eyes were as wide as saucers and he began to hyperventilate.
The paramedics were standing by with an oxygen mask and tank. "Ma'am, you need to move now." I pulled away from Shawn and sat down on the side as they began to work to free him from the overturned Jeep.
Shawn laid on the stretcher, an oxygen mask covered his face, I watched as they closed the doors of the ambulance and drove away.
"It's lucky you were on your way home when you were. Who knows what would have happened to him." An officer said patting my back. My eyes still glued to the road that the ambulance disappeared down. All I can remember was Shawn not wanting to let go. He looked so confused and scared. . . and alone.
I sat idle in my car for awhile, I didn't even care that my clothes were drenched and ruining my leather seats. All that ran through my mind was Shawn. I didn't know him but I was so worried. Who would be notified about him being brought to the E.R? His phone laid in pieces on the ground. Would he even have someone there when he wakes up from all the medicine that eased his pain? I put my car into gear and drove. The road forked so this was when I had to make my decision. I saw the sign approaching and I veered right towards the hospital.
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Please bear with me. That was one of the most recent imagines that I wrote after this huge hiatus that I've been on. Sorry if there were any mistakes. Let me know if you liked it. And Yes, there will be a part 2 coming.
Love you all :)
