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Your Silver Sobriety Chip- Chapter One
Seconds after the initial crash, Rayna's eyes flickerd open. She knew she hadn't been out long judging by the fact that help
hadn't arrived yet. The truck had landed on its side leaving her hoisted at an awkward angle, head resting on the door
where the window had previously been. Rayna tried to move her head out of the shards of glass and bloody grass of the
ditch they had rolled into. "They", instantly Rayna shifted slightly to where Deacon should have been, he wasn't there.
The gravity of the situation hit Rayna like a ton of bricks, realizing Deacon hadn't put on his seatbelt after she had made
him shift over out of the driver's seat. Just as she had feared in the split second of noticing Deacon's absence, there was a
large hole in the windshield in front of the passenger's seat.
"Oh God, not again," Rayna thought to herself. This is how it had been last time. But instead of arriving on the scene an
hour later, Rayna was in the middle of it all. She saw the blood on the edges of the glass opening, but she couldn't see
Deacon, her view was obstructed by the cracks like cob webs covering the truck's windshield. Rayna heard the sirens
approaching, no doubt belonging to the emergency vehicles, just as her panic began to set in. She was scared to try and
unbuckle herself in fear of doing any more damage to her body, not really sure how she would escape from the vehicle even
if she did manage to get herself unbuckled.
She heard footsteps approaching, "HELP!" she cried realizing it was probably about time to make herself heard. Instantly,
she saw a rescue worker looking in at her from the passenger side window, now pointed up towards the sky.
"We're going to get you out of here, don't worry,"a man donning a fire fighter's helmet told Rayna confidently.
However, Rayna was quick to object, "don't worry about me…my boyfriend…he went through the windshield." Rayna replied,
noticing her breathing becoming erratic, she tried to get a grasp on it, as she looked with panicked eyes to the man looking
in above her.
"We've got him don't worry, now I'm going to need you to breath for me while we figure out how to get you out of here,"
the man replied. Rayna was able to calm considerably, knowing that Deacon had been taken care of even with his current
condition unknown to her. This calm continued as the first responders shatterd the car's windshield to get to her, as
they carefully took her down from where she was suspended, quickly bracing her neck while resting her on a rescue board.
She had lost all sense of time at this point, everything happening so fast.
Rayna had been lucky enough to go her whole life without seeing the back of an ambulance, well at least not with her as
the patient. She had ridden along the many times that Deacon needed his stomach pumped years ago, but not in last
thirteen years. The medic worked diligently over her, asking questions here and there. When they had finally arrived at the
hospital, Rayna was surprised she hadn't blacked out yet. As far as she could tell she was ok, she could wiggle her toes and
feel all her fingers. The only thing causing a problem being a pretty nasty seat belt burn, and the searing headache she was
experiencing. She remembered the blood on the grass she had felt beneath her head back at the crash scene. Rayna moved
her hand up to feel the side of her head, but quickly felt it pushed back to her side by one of the five people standing above
her stretcher working on her injuries.
"Someone call my sister," Rayna called out to no one in particular. She realized that she hadn't updated her emergency
contact list since her divorce with Teddy. The last thing she wanted was him showing up with the girls. She didn't want to
see Teddy, and didn't want the girls to see her like this giving them any unnecessary worry, they were already going
through enough as is.
"Will do Miss. Jaymes," replied one of the scrubs clad doctors standing above her, pushing the stretcher along. Rayna
couldn't remember mentioning her name to anyone, now that she thought about it. At first she was taken aback, then
quickly realized that everyone she had come in contact with so far had probably recognized her instantly. Maybe not so likely
in any other city, but definitely possible in Nashville where she had become a household name.
Her thoughts jumped back to Deacon. Suddenly, knowing that he was being taken care of wasn't enough. She needed to
know if he was still alive, what kind of shape he was in, good or bad. "How's Deacon, is he still alive?" Rayna asked no one
in particular.
"The man you were brought in with? He's still unconscious," replied one of the nurses. "Right now we need you to
concentrate on you," replied the same nurse.
Rayna struggled with that idea. Thinking if she hadn't been so concentrated on her self to begin with, she never would have
landed in this mess. She had been anything but selfless, lying about Maddie's paternity not willing to broach the difficult
topic at any point in the last thirteen years. She didn't even consider it an option, considering what it would do to her
relationship with Deacon, and her own daughter.
Rayna felt an oxygen mask being placed over her nose, except what she was inhaling was making her thoughts fuzzy as
she began to loose consciousness. "Ok, Rayna," said a voice, "We're bringing you in to surgery now, you'll be under for a
little while, while we fix your leg."
In her anesthesia induced haze all Rayna could think was, "what's wrong with my leg?" With that Rayna had finally lost
consciousness.
Author's Notes: Sorry for the horrendous formatting on this story. This site doesn't make uploading with proper formatting very easy for its authors. Hopefully I'll figure out this issue soon, for all our sakes and readability.