This takes place after Riggs buys Amelia a drink at Joe's. Please leave a review if you want me to continue this story! Also going to try and update all my other stories today x
After that first drink, she didn't care about anything anymore. She didn't care that she was homeless, she didn't care that she was alone. After the first drink came another. Then another. Then another. And then her co worker decided four was enough.
"Amelia, don't you think that's enough there?" He asks, hopeful that the drunk will agree with him.
"What? I'm just getting started, Riggs!" Her slurred voice replies, and Nathan can see how bloodshot her eyes are.
"Is there anyone I can call for your ride?" Amelia holds the glass of Vodka in her hand and thinks for a minute.
"Nope! I'm fine, I'll get an Uber. Go home, you're killing my vibes!" The small brunette says in a perky voice. Nathan leaves a twenty dollar bill on the bar table, figuring it would pay for her next few drinks. He puts his coat on, gives Amelia a small pat on her back, and walks out the door. Amelia raises her empty glass to the bar tender.
Three more drinks later, Amelia's close to being the only one left in the bar.
"Ma'am, I'm going to have to take your keys," the bartender pries as he reaches his hand out in front of her. The neurosurgeon backs away and gives him a confused look.
"You've had nearly ten drinks, Ma'am. I need your keys- it's policy. You can come by and get them tomorrow." She pushes his hand away and stumbles off of the barstool. She runs out the door and gets in her car. She doesn't know where she's driving to, since she has no where to go. Maybe an on call room in the hospital? But if someone sees her and sees that she's drunk, she could get in a lot of trouble. She wonders who is on call right now. Pierce, Kepner, Warren, Wilson, Robbins, DeLuca, and Grey. Amelia continues driving to no destination.
The neurosurgeon rolls down all the windows, even though it's twenty degrees outside, and she turns the music's volume up as high as it can get. Her drive to no destination has been going well so far, since it's two in the morning and not many cars are out. But then she comes across a large curve whilst going up a hill, and she doesn't see the large semi truck coming the other way. Amelia didn't realize she was in his lane until she saw the truck's headlights in front of her.
Her music is still playing. That's the first thing she remembers. As the woman opens her bloodshot eyes, she takes in her surroundings. She's trapped between the roof of her car and the ground, and there's nothing she can do.
"Oh God, oh no, oh my God," she says to herself. She doesn't realize it, but tears are flooding down her cheeks.
Amelia uses her only free hand to feel around for her purse. Even though she's drunk, she knows what's going on. She also knows she's losing a lot of blood. Her purse is no where in reach, and she begins to panic. Being sober would make this a lot easier, but then again this would never have happened if she was sober. With her left hand able to move only a few inches, she presses down on the car's horn with all the energy she has left. She holds the horn down for as long as she can. She exhales strongly as she releases her hold on the steering wheel.
She knows it's been at least forty minutes since she crashed the car. She also knows she won't be able to stay awake for much longer. Her eyes are already drifting, and she's having to form her left hand in a tight fist to stay awake.
And just like that, she hears a car coming. She doesn't know where it's coming from, but it's definitely a coming. She presses down on the horn another time, as she sees headlights approach. She hears a car door close, and she tries to scream but nothing comes out. She sighs in relief, knowing she's about to be saved.
A man, probably around fifty, gets on his hands and knees and looks under the car where he sees Amelia.
"Miss?" He asks, not knowing if she's alive or not. She tries to talk again, but nothing comes out. So she honks the horn again.
"I'm going to try and get you out of here, ma'am," he says. She shakes her head but realizes he can't see her. She knows that if he tries to get her out, she will bleed out. She feels her legs being pulled.
The pain Amelia was experiencing was the worst pain she had ever felt, and she couldn't do anything about it. She couldn't tell him to stop, to call 911, she could only lay quietly while the man tugged her slowly out from under the car. It was at this moment, Amelia realized she was crying.
About ten minutes later, she's out from under the car. She feels a large puddle of blood beneath her. She looks up at the man who is just standing above her, watching her. She holds up her hand to her ear, acting like it's a phone. All she wants is for him to call 911. The man didn't reply, he only laughed. Amelia is now confused, and scared. She is going to bleed out any minute now if he doesn't call the police. The man bends down and puts his hands in her face, trying to take her shirt off. Amelia moves as much as she can move away, but it's useless. She can't scream. She can't use her legs, she can't use her arms, she doesn't want to move too much incase she has an internal shift. She doesn't know what to do other than let this man take her shirt off. She starts crying. She had never cried like this before, she had never felt this before.
An hour passes
Amelia Shepherd is unconscious. She is naked, and she is bleeding from her head and stomach. She is going to die out here, on a hill in the middle of no where. The broken woman blinks her eyes open as she takes in her surroundings. Then she remembered. She tries to scream once more, and this time she can. She screams as loud as she can, and she looks down at her body. She doesn't remember much. But she remembers the man who was once here and who is now gone, hopefully. All the woman can do is wait for someone else to come. To be honest, Amelia is surprised she is still alive at this point. She closes her eyes again.
30 minutes pass
She woke up to the sound of sirens. Amelia doesn't think much of it at first, but then she puts two and two together. They found her. The neurosurgeon couldn't care less that she was fully naked, and bloody, and disgusting. All she cared about was that she had been found. She hears two paramedics talking to each other as they approach her. One of the men come close to her, and she instinctively flinches away.
"Ma'am, it's okay. We're going to help you," he says as he flashes his flashlight into her eyes. "Can you tell us your name, Ma'am?" Amelia swallows the lump that has been sitting in her throat this whole time.
"Amelia Shepherd," she says quietly.
"Thank you, Ma'am, we're going to get you fixed, alright?" Amelia nods as she closes her eyes.
Honestly, I was going to make the first man be her savior and call the police. But since I'm a terrible person, I had to make it even worse for Amelia.. Leave a review if you enjoyed!