A/N: I have begun a new story, but don't worry I'm still continuing The Magicians Illness. Chapter 6 is currently in progress. I also wanted to let everyone know that when I started this I did do research so that way what happens isn't too drastic from what could really happen in real life. I learned A LOT! Hope you enjoy! Please review and let me know what you think.
This wasn't how the day was supposed to go. Carter was supposed to be eating dinner with everyone in the 21st Nome, NOT being rushed to the hospital; but fate had other plans that day.
It was a regular Tuesday afternoon, Sadie and the initiates were at school and Carter was at home. Carter knew he had time to kill, but he didn't want to be stuck inside. It was already driving him crazy having nothing to do, so he decided to go to the library. Yes, that too was indoors, but they had computers, coffee, better books to read, and A.C.! It really was a nice day though, the sun was shining, the wind was blowing in a nice autumn breeze throughout the city, and the people in Brooklyn were out and about.
Carter had spent all morning inside and decided that he was going to walk to the library and spend his hours there, unsure of what he was going to do once he got there. He grabbed a light jacket just in case the wind picked up and wrote a note letting everyone know where he had gone just in case.
Went to library, be back soon.
-Carter (XOXO Sadie)
He left and begun the long walk to the nearest library. He got there around one, so he knew he had at least two or three hours to kill before he should start heading back. Once he got there he got a coffee and began walking around, until he decided to read some of the newer books. Soon, Carter noticed that it was almost time for dinner. So, he put his current book back and left, waving goodbye to the librarian that was nice to him whenever he came in. As he looked around, he noticed that there were fewer people out and it had gone from a bight sunny day to looking dark and gloomy, as if it were about to rain. Carter put on his jacket and decided it would be better if he took the bus home. He walked to the bus stop and waited for it to arrive. He only had to wait 10 minutes before the bus showed up and he got on. Carter paid his fare and sat down next to the window on the right. The bus wasn't that full, there were only a few people spread out. There were a few teens in the back relaxing, a man who looked as if he had just got off work, and a few adults who looked like they had been enjoying the sunny day.
The bus ride was only supposed to take twenty to thirty minutes tops, but that's when disaster struck. It was only about fifteen minutes into the trip, when suddenly Carter felt something hit the left side of the bus, but he didn't get a chance to see what it was. Carter felt his head hit the window and he could vaguely hear the screams of the other passengers as he felt his world tilt sideways. He felt himself hit something else that was hard and hearing the sound of breaking glass. He wasn't aware of all the shards that entered his body as they broke or how they were just barely coming to a stop after sliding a good few feet. Carter was only aware of the muffled sounds and a dim pain as the pain itself took him into the darkness that had awaited him.