Monday Rush

It was a Monday when everything changed; the morning rush, to be precise, and an overeager new driver with far too much confidence. They were walking to school, as always, Luke was talking about rockets or something as the rest walked along wordlessly (as they often did when he got like this). They stopped, as always, at the lights until their turn to cross... and then it happened. The most terrifying noise you can hear as you step into the middle of the road- a loud screech and Joan didn't even feel being thrown to the ground, nor did she hear the screams of the other kids and adults for the thumping in her ears as she sat up.

It took about five seconds for her to spring into action, although to her it felt like an hour, somehow Grace was already knelt next to Luke, one hand pressing on his leg with her scarf, the other pushing him down Don't even think about sitting up, rocketboy. And Adam was... Adam was... Joan began to panic- where was Adam? He had definitely been there when they had crossed, when she was shoved aside... had he...? Looking at the car that had caused so much trouble she noticed the wind shield, it was cracked and red- not the way you ever want to see the wind shield of a car- and in front of the car a small crowd had gathered- Adam!

Joan scrambled to the front of the crowd and her hands flew to her mouth as she blinked back tears- he was hurt, badly. Someone had ripped into his clothing trying to find all the places he was bleeding, and as he began to regain consciousness, Joan quickly held onto his head with both hands and spoke to him. Speaking soft words; a mantra, almost. You're going to be okay, okay? you're going to be fine. Hey, hey. hey look at me okay? you're going to stay with me, okay, Adam? Adam- you need to stay awake for me, okay?

'Jane?' She smiled, despite the thick tears rolling down her cheeks.

'yes, it's me, it's Jane, talk to me, okay?' The look in his eyes scared her, but she forced herself to smile for him. 'Please, Adam, just keep talking to me.'

'Whu... what happened? Why.. why am I... why am I ... are you okay? Jane...?'

'I'm fine, Adam, you saved me- I'm not even hurt...'

'Where's... there were others.. where... uh... Grace? Luke? where... why can't I... my... er...'

'Grace is fine, she's with Luke- they're fine- you worry about you, okay? no no no- don't try to move, don't move, okay?' Where were the... Joan let off a sigh of relief as she heard the crescendoing sound of sirens

'But I... uh... '

'Adam, its all going to be okay- hear that? Adam, you hear that, right? They're going to make you all better- you're going to be fine- you hear me? ... Adam? Adam, please wake up, Adam- they're here... please- Adam-' At some point her hands were replaced by larger, experienced hands and she was sitting in an ambulance next to her brother, his right leg immobilised in a splint- his face creased in pain. But at least her brother would be okay- she watched groggily as they loaded Adam into a separate Ambulance, which set off less than a second after the doors were closed.


sorry if the dialogue was rather repetitive, however, i do believe in those kinds of situations, it tends to happen. Also, I don't know if there's going to be any more to this story yet, my muse hasn't exactly been kind to me of late.