This was an idea that I've had for a while, but never gotten to the point of finishing even the first chapter. All mistakes are mine.

Do I need to say warnings for Under the dome Fanfiction? I'm not really sure. I'll just warn you that there is a lot of blood and there is descriptive wounds for poor Joe here.

I write Joe and Norrie fanfiction, so if you don't like the pairing then you probably won't like this story. It's not mainly Romance it is more Hurt/Comfort and Angst and Adventure, so you might be okay if you don't ship them, but I wouldn't risk it.

Also, yes I know phones don't work inside the dome. But in this story they work, but you can only call and text people inside the dome.

Anyways, I guess I'll see you at the bottom ~ Leopardfang

Joe.

It happened so fast.

One second I'm driving to the clinic. With a person that I hardly know, yet a person that saved my life, in the backseat trying desperately to stop the blood pouring out of a women with a giant hole in her chest.

The next moments blend together in a blur, a flash of electric blue, a high pitched scream, a way too bright light, tires screeching, glass shattering, metal meeting metal, a flash of scarlet.

Then pain.

I had never felt so much pain. I had never had my breath catch as sharp agonizing pain exploded from every nerve in my body.

Through the pain I realize that my chest feels warm. The rest of my body had suddenly turned ice-cold but my chest feels unnaturally hot. I look down and see that my light grey t-shirt is stained dark with a warm thick scarlet liquid. Blood. Something large and transparent sticks out of my upper chest, the edges ragged and coated in blood. I realize then that I have a huge piece of glass in my chest.

Blood flows across the pale skin of the inside of my left arm, leaving dark rivulets as it reaches my wrist and puddles in the palm of my left hand. I watch in morbid fascination as it drips off my limp fingertips and falls into a growing puddle on the floor.

My eyes drift upward and I see that blood is splattered against the dashboard, which is crushed inward to the point of it shoving rough pressure against my knees. The steering wheel is sitting in my lap, the edges digging into my stomach painfully.

A rough voice calls from the backseat, reminding me that there are others in the car with me. The voice is not addressing me, but the person that was sitting in the backseat with a gun-shot wound. "Julia, Julia can you hear me?"

A pain filled gasp fills the sudden silence that comes from the question. "Julia, your going to be alright, okay, just stay with me, here"

It's only then that I realize that they probably have no idea what just happened. Since they were in the backseat and the car had hit the front head-on.

The man, Barbie, finally addresses me, his voice sounded unnaturally rough, "Joe? What the hell happened?"

"I don't-" My voice is cut off by a wet set of coughs, followed by a bittersweet metallic taste. I spasm with the breathtaking coughs, The glass jerks back and forth inside me with every jerk of my body, yet I can't stop coughing.

Barbie's voice calls again, only this time I can hear concern and worry laced in his voice, "Joe? Are you alright?"

I had somehow stopped coughing, but I feel really lightheaded now. The world had become blurry and spun uncontrollably. I choke in a unsteady breath, my hands clasped tightly across my stomach, as I will my lunch to not make a reappearance.

"Joe? Tell me what happened."

I hate how quiet and unsteady my voice is, and how every breath rattles in my chest. I struggle to breathe, but force myself to speak.

"I… don't… know…"

That scares me. How could I not know? I was in a car and something rammed into me that was blue. Must've been a tree. Wait trees aren't blue. Why did I think trees were blue?

I shake my head to clear it. Barbie talks again, "Then tell me how you are injured?"

I look towards the huge piece of glass sticking out of my chest and the blood running down my arm. But then I try to speak of my injury all that comes out is a garbled "Oh my god."

I gulp and stumble over my next words, not even bothering to breathe in at all, breathing hurts to much anyway. "Blood. There's so much blood. It's everywhere."

I'm breathing again, even sharper and more rapid than before as panic sets in. Barbie's voice calls to me, sharp and sure, "Joe, listen to me, You're going to be fine. You just need to calm down. Steady breaths."

I concentrate and barley manage to keep my breathing in check. If you could call the rattling sounds emitting from my chest breathing. Then the metallic taste filled my mouth and I parted my lips to allow the blood to bubble out of my mouth and flow down to my chin until it dripped onto the steering wheel.

God, there was so much blood.

I think that was when I finally realized that I was bleeding out. I was dying.

Yet my voice is surprisingly strong when I reply, "It's really not that bad, I was overreacting, Go take Julia to the clinic. Then find Carolyn and Norrie and tell them I need help"

Barbie pauses, "Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'll be fine for now, take her. And Hurry." My words are lies. I know that it is not likely that I will be fine. But I know that Julia will not survive if she is not taken to the clinic right now.

I hear the back door slam and hear loud footsteps and realize that Barbie has left with Julia. I sit in the car a moment longer, trying to ignore the pain that shoots through my chest with every breath.

I raise my head to look outside and see that the windshield is shattered and cold rushing air is blowing at me, Maybe that is the reason that I keep shivering?

My eyes focus on the scene in front of me. I can see that the road is littered In glass and metal, and that an electric blue car is on its side, the wheels still spinning. The car itself is destroyed, the windshield splattered with blood, and the doors crumbled beneath the twisted metal.

My breathing is worse now, It takes more effort. But I have the sudden need to get out, out, out. Yet I know that it would be a hell of a lot more painful if I moved. But my head keeps screeching at me to get out, out, OUT!

"Screw it"

I glance at my chest and slowly move forward. The glass shifts slightly, but I can see that, luckily, it doesn't go all the way through me.

Luckily. No part about the situation in lucky, if anything the opposite. Of course I would rather not be impaled to the seat, but I still am not happy about the whole Bleeding-to-death-from-pointy-object-in-chest thing.

I release a, unsteady always unsteady, breath of air, realizing that my mind is drifting away from my task. I carefully place my hand on the seatbelt, which is just above the wound, and lift it. My other hand carefully presses the red 'seatbelt release' button. My seatbelt snaps backward, but I manage to remove it.

Okay, now that's done. I look around the car, the car door looks like it is bent inward, but the handle is still intact. I could probably slide out of the car, that was if I wasn't smashed up against the seat by the dashboard and the steering wheel.

"Hmm" I said trying to think. My mind came up blank. So I decided that I should just get this over with and get out of the car.

I took one hand and opened the door, or at least tried to. My blood coated hand kept slipping off the handle and it took me a few times before I managed it. When I had the door open I carefully slid down the seat, making sure that the glass didn't catch the steering wheel. I then sucked in all my breath and jerked sideways.

I tumbled out of the car, my ears ringing and my eyes burning. I landed on my chest and let out a garbled gasp as the glass slid in further. I managed to roll onto my back and carefully set my pounding head onto the asphalt below me, Feeling warm liquid puddle from my chest and onto the grey surface.

Only now my clothes are completely drenched in the scarlet liquid.

Then a small face appeared above me. The face belonged to a girl that looked no older than seven. The girl's long strawberry blonde hair brushed my arm as she leaned over me, her bright blue eyes twinkling with worry. She looked majorly uninjured, the only sign to show that she had been in the other car the bloody gash that covered part of her left cheek.

"I'm Katie… You're hurt. Don't worry I hit the emergency button on Daddy's phone. The doctors are coming."

I smiled at her halfheartedly and said, "C-can I see the phone"

She handed me the cell phone with a curious look on her small pale face. I took it and saw that it was unlocked. I quickly dialed Norrie's number. It rang. Once. Twice.

"Joe? What is it?"

I breathed in a shaky sigh of relief and stuttered out, "H-h-help me."

The edges of my vision had begun to darken, and my breath caught in my throat.

"Where are you?"

Her voice had suddenly become urgent, almost desperate. I glance at the girl and she said, "South Main street" My voice had become even quieter and my breaths made me pause after each word, "South…Main… Street…"

"What happened?"

The darkness overcame me, and I barely felt as the phone slipped out of my hand and clattered on the ground beside me, now thoroughly soaked in blood.

It's not much, I know, but I decided to post it anyway. If you all like this then I can always continue it. It's all up to how much you Review, Follow, and Favorite. *Hint Hint* I might see you in another update, ~Leopardfang.