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Chapter One Robbyn Moore lay slumped over the steering wheel, unable to move any part of her body except for her right hand which rested on top of the dashboard, with blood trickling down between her fingers. She wasn't aware of anything around her, not even the pain, at least not yet. She couldn't remember what had happened, only she'd been going somewhere and now she wasn't moving at all. Something wet, hot and sticky trailed past her eye, down her cheek and off her chin. It was blood, but Robbyn didn't know where it was coming from. She moved her fingers once more, now she began to feel the pain. So much pain in so many places. A stinging on her forehead, an unbearable pressure on her left arm which was edged between the two seats, a sharp pain going all the way up her right leg up to her hip and more in other places. The smell came next. Gas, and then Robbyn began to panic. She began to panic because she couldn't move and if she didn't move soon she was going to die. She twisted her back a little to see how far she could move and it wasn't much. Robbyn was going to die, she was going to die and there wasn't anything she could do about it. She tried to reach for the door, but her arm wouldn't stretch that far. She could see it now, the front page of tomorrow's newspaper '19 year old Robbyn Moore died yesterday after a car accident', it was too horrible to think about. Too horrible and sick to think about her mother getting a telephone call off the hospital and her father having to comfort her. She had to get out. Robbyn pulled her head up, but she couldn't sit all the way back, there was something sharp sticking through the back of her seat. The pain was getting worse and the smell was getting stronger. She really was going to die. With all her might she tried to move her left arm, but it hurt too much. The smell was strong now, so strong it was chocking her. She remembered something hitting her from behind, she'd been thrown forward and everything else had caved in around her. She coughed and reached for the door again, it was no use, only anything below her elbow would move and she briefly wondered why. She tried her trapped arm once more, but it was stuck, maybe she wasn't trying hard enough. The door Robbyn had desperately been reaching for opened and she turned her head. Robbyn didn't get a good look at the person, all that she could tell that it was a he. He reached over and pulled her arm out from between the seats. He where saying something to her and it wasn't until he was pulling her out of the car that she realised he'd been telling her what he was going to do. "Are you ok? " he was asking. "Can you hear me?" She could, but only faintly, her mind was going somewhere else. Then she was lying down and Robbyn forced her eyes open. He looked about her age and he was holding her hand, seemingly not caring that he was getting blood on him. He had spiked her and dark eyes. "You saved my life." she muttered. "It was nothing." he replied. "I didn't see anyone else trying." Then she was being pulled away, a paramedic untangled their hands and Robbyn was put into a waiting ambulance.
Robbyn lay back against the hospital pillows and stared up at the ceiling. Holly had tired her out. She thought it was romantic that a stranger had saved her life, but Holly thought everything was romantic. Robbyn on the other hand felt like the Bride of Frankenstein. She had stitches in her head and her right calf. Her left arm was in plaster, her hip was bruised and she was concussed. To top it all of she had a large bruise on her face. She looked terrible, but the doctor's said she was lucky. A piece of the car's structure had come away during the accident and pierced through Robbyn's seat, if she'd been wearing a seat belt she would of been killed. For once her carelessness had come in handy. The night before her father had sat by her bed and lectured her about her driving skills, despite Robbyn constantly telling him the accident hadn't been her fault. She was dreading seeing her brother Joe, after all it had been his brand new car Robbyn and crashed and subsequently blown up. "He's got insurance." she assured herself outloud. "Who has?" Robbyn sat up quickly and looked toward the door. It was him from the day before, the person who had saved her life. "Is this a bad time?" he asked. "No, please sit down." "I wanted to see how you where....." he began sitting down on the brown plastic chair by the bed. "Robbyn, and I'd be dead if it wasn't for you." "I'm Zach by the way, Zach Gowen." Robbyn nodded and scratched her shoulder. "Once I get out of here I'll have to take you to dinner or something, to say thank you properly." She laughed nervously and hated herself for blushing as badly as she was. Did she really just ask him out when she hardly knew him? No,she wasn't asking him out on a date, she was repaying a favour, a very big favour. She expected 'No thanks' or 'I'd love too but....', he must think she was crazy. Instead Zach's reply was. "Sure, that'd be great." Robbyn's blush deepened. "Ok, so....., what do you do?"
Chapter One Robbyn Moore lay slumped over the steering wheel, unable to move any part of her body except for her right hand which rested on top of the dashboard, with blood trickling down between her fingers. She wasn't aware of anything around her, not even the pain, at least not yet. She couldn't remember what had happened, only she'd been going somewhere and now she wasn't moving at all. Something wet, hot and sticky trailed past her eye, down her cheek and off her chin. It was blood, but Robbyn didn't know where it was coming from. She moved her fingers once more, now she began to feel the pain. So much pain in so many places. A stinging on her forehead, an unbearable pressure on her left arm which was edged between the two seats, a sharp pain going all the way up her right leg up to her hip and more in other places. The smell came next. Gas, and then Robbyn began to panic. She began to panic because she couldn't move and if she didn't move soon she was going to die. She twisted her back a little to see how far she could move and it wasn't much. Robbyn was going to die, she was going to die and there wasn't anything she could do about it. She tried to reach for the door, but her arm wouldn't stretch that far. She could see it now, the front page of tomorrow's newspaper '19 year old Robbyn Moore died yesterday after a car accident', it was too horrible to think about. Too horrible and sick to think about her mother getting a telephone call off the hospital and her father having to comfort her. She had to get out. Robbyn pulled her head up, but she couldn't sit all the way back, there was something sharp sticking through the back of her seat. The pain was getting worse and the smell was getting stronger. She really was going to die. With all her might she tried to move her left arm, but it hurt too much. The smell was strong now, so strong it was chocking her. She remembered something hitting her from behind, she'd been thrown forward and everything else had caved in around her. She coughed and reached for the door again, it was no use, only anything below her elbow would move and she briefly wondered why. She tried her trapped arm once more, but it was stuck, maybe she wasn't trying hard enough. The door Robbyn had desperately been reaching for opened and she turned her head. Robbyn didn't get a good look at the person, all that she could tell that it was a he. He reached over and pulled her arm out from between the seats. He where saying something to her and it wasn't until he was pulling her out of the car that she realised he'd been telling her what he was going to do. "Are you ok? " he was asking. "Can you hear me?" She could, but only faintly, her mind was going somewhere else. Then she was lying down and Robbyn forced her eyes open. He looked about her age and he was holding her hand, seemingly not caring that he was getting blood on him. He had spiked her and dark eyes. "You saved my life." she muttered. "It was nothing." he replied. "I didn't see anyone else trying." Then she was being pulled away, a paramedic untangled their hands and Robbyn was put into a waiting ambulance.
Robbyn lay back against the hospital pillows and stared up at the ceiling. Holly had tired her out. She thought it was romantic that a stranger had saved her life, but Holly thought everything was romantic. Robbyn on the other hand felt like the Bride of Frankenstein. She had stitches in her head and her right calf. Her left arm was in plaster, her hip was bruised and she was concussed. To top it all of she had a large bruise on her face. She looked terrible, but the doctor's said she was lucky. A piece of the car's structure had come away during the accident and pierced through Robbyn's seat, if she'd been wearing a seat belt she would of been killed. For once her carelessness had come in handy. The night before her father had sat by her bed and lectured her about her driving skills, despite Robbyn constantly telling him the accident hadn't been her fault. She was dreading seeing her brother Joe, after all it had been his brand new car Robbyn and crashed and subsequently blown up. "He's got insurance." she assured herself outloud. "Who has?" Robbyn sat up quickly and looked toward the door. It was him from the day before, the person who had saved her life. "Is this a bad time?" he asked. "No, please sit down." "I wanted to see how you where....." he began sitting down on the brown plastic chair by the bed. "Robbyn, and I'd be dead if it wasn't for you." "I'm Zach by the way, Zach Gowen." Robbyn nodded and scratched her shoulder. "Once I get out of here I'll have to take you to dinner or something, to say thank you properly." She laughed nervously and hated herself for blushing as badly as she was. Did she really just ask him out when she hardly knew him? No,she wasn't asking him out on a date, she was repaying a favour, a very big favour. She expected 'No thanks' or 'I'd love too but....', he must think she was crazy. Instead Zach's reply was. "Sure, that'd be great." Robbyn's blush deepened. "Ok, so....., what do you do?"