All The Way (Septiplier)

One Hundred Nineteen

•Sean•

We got on the bus together.
It was snowing like crazy outside, I could barely see down the road. 
Mark and I sat at the back, in the last row of seats.  The wind pressed against the bus, which for some reason made me uneasy. 
"It's really snowing out there." Mark held my hand.
"We should walk." I said.
"It's half an hour, walking." Mark reminded me.
I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder.
I heard the screams before I felt the pain.
"Mark?" I asked.
I realized what had happened.  The bus had been added to a pile up, on the freeway.
"Mark?" I screamed.
"I'm over here." He yelled back.
"Are you.. you okay?" My breath was becoming jagged.
"Take a deep breath, Sean." I could see his red hair.
"Mark, are y-you.. you okay-y?" I choked.
I was stuck.  I was pinned against the bus seat by a piece of metal.
"Sean, I'm coming over there." Mark slowly made his way over.  It was evident he wasn't badly injured, but he was bleeding and banged up.
I raised my hand to the back of my head, which was wet.  I figured it was snow, but snow was not warm.  And when I looked at my hand, I knew snow was not red.
"You're gonna be okay." He looked around at the broken, scared and crying people.
I tried to stand up, but the metal cut deeper.  I learned that I had done something to my leg, because I couldn't fell it.
"My l-leg." I said to Mark.
We both looked at the same time.
Feet were supposed to face forwards, not backwards.
I should not be able to see the bones in my leg.
"You will be alright." He said firmly.
I stared at him, my mouth filling with liquid.  When I went to spit it out, I was horrified.
"God!" I screamed.
"Don't be scared." He stared at the blood that now stained my shirt.
It had come from my mouth.

•Mark•

I was scared.  Sean was stuck to the seat.  His leg was possibly not even connected to his body, and he was throwing up blood.  The back of his head had been smashed open, I was surprised he was even still conscious.
And as I thought that, he slumped down, passing out.
The metal cut deeper, which made more come from his mouth.