No P.O.V.
"Hey Gustav, where ya off to?" Gustav looked up a moment, staring at the young doctor that stood before him, replying quickly as he packed up his gear, "Well Dr. Kaulitz, we got a call about a car accident at the intersection of Elm and Ingram at the railroad tracks out there, it sounds serious so we're trying to hurry." Quickly returning to his work Gustav and Georg loaded into the ambulance taking off in the direction of Ingram. The young doctor slowly walked back to his station preparing his station for the crash victim or victims to arrive.
It had been a long night and the man was definatly ready to go home. A night full of vomit, blood, broken bones, and kids pulling at his dreads. Yes, he was definatly ready to finaly go home and relax. Just his luck though, as soon as he was about to clock out the hospital doors flew open and in rushed through the door was a white gurney drenched in red from the massive amount of blood coming out of the occupants body. Like ay good doctor, Tom ran into action following the gurney down the hall and into the surgery room to stitch up his new patiant.
Unknown P.O.V.
How long had I stared into darkness... a minute? an hour? a day? a month? I couldn't be sure. There was no way to be sure in the darkness, the only thing I was sure of was the metallic taste of blood in my mouth and the hard surface I was laying on. What had happened to me? Where am I? I hear people screaming around me, my mothers wants to know if I'll be ok. What does she mean...? I'm ok aren't I? Did something happen to me? I want nothing more right now than to run into her arms and assure her as best I can that everything's ok, that I'm ok, but I can't move.
