I'M BAAAACK! :D Did you guys miss me? I missed you LOTS! :) I've had close to NO inspiration since I finished Concrete Angels until about a month ago. I've been working on an Eragon story, so the first chap of that MIGHT be up soon, but first, here's my first legit Duncan & Courtney fic! :D The ideas were given to me by Mr Aanonymous! Thanks! I'll also be writing two or three more stories that he suggested for me :) Please review and tell me what you think! Thanks so much guys! I love you 3 :D
~ Mik Mik
Courtney's POV
The busy street was bustling with busy people going to do busy things, and I, Courtney Dale, was no exception to this.
I was walking purposely down the sidewalk, weaving and bobbing my way between sloth teenagers or limping grandmothers, so I could get to the college for my next class. And since I had no money to buy a car, I was walking to work. What? Just because I grew up in a rich, prestegious family doesn't mean that I have money coming out of my ears!
The wind was blowing my hair in my face, and I grumbled as I tried to get it to calm down again, my black eyes glaring.
My normal attire of green leggings and a white blouse was abbandoned today for my blue jeans - something I almost never wore -, a light green long sleeved, flowing shirt, and a pair of stiletto heels. Not the best things to walk in, but it completed my attempt at a semi-casual outfit for a Saturday afternoon. The shirt complimented my caramel skin and chocolate hair, but made the freckles on my nose seem to stick out more. Or maybe it was just me.
I was forced to stop at the crosswalk with other pedestrians, and at that time, my friend Bridgette called me. I pulled my fancy iPhone 4S out of my pocket and slid to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Court!" My sporty friend replied on the other end.
"Oh, Bridgette! What's up?"
"Not much," I could hear noises in the background, including something that sounded like Geoff snickering, that let me know it wasn't just 'not much'. They were probably setting up for one of Geoff's wild parties again. I swear that boy did nothing but party. "I just wanted to know if you wanted to go to lunch or something with me and Gwen tomorrow." Bridgette finished.
"Hmm. I don't know. I have work tomorrow, plus a class at the community center, PLUS babysitting, PLUS-" I pause for a breath, and Bridgette takes it as a chance to interrupt me. I see the crosswalk light turn to a WALK sign, so I start walking across the road. I didn't hear the warning yells of the other walkers as I started across.
"Courtney, you're ranting again."
"Sorry, sorry, I'm just trying t-"
Suddenly, I was shoved from behind to the other side of the road. I gasped as I dropped my backpack and phone to put my hands out to break my fall. I heard a blood-churning screech of a car and a sickening thump, and I turned around to see a man being thrown through the air from the impact of the car.
The car slowed down, and the man in it whooped in delight and threw an empty beer can out the window. I heard a woman giggle hysterically within, and they drove off dangerously fast. Stupid drunks. I wanted to go after them, but there was one thing keeping me there.
"Oh my god!" I yell, getting up and wincing at the cuts on my hands and shins. But my attention was on the limp body in the road.
"Courtney? Courtney? What happened? Are you okay? Courtney?" I heard Bridgette yelling from my phone, but I disregarded it. Bridgette could wait.
I ran to him, turning him over and shoving his arm none too gently.
"Oh my god, are you alright? Hello? Hello?" I frantically tried to get him to respond, but he was as silent as the grav- NO! Bad Courtney! Don't think about that now!
"Somebody call 911!" I yell, brushing my hair behind my ears and kneeling down again. Pedestrians and cars alike had stopped to see what was going on, and I saw a police motorcycle zoom down the road in the direction of the drunk driver. I knew someone would have seen or heard what happened, so I was confident someone would call. Then, I took some time to look over the mans body.
He wasn't that bad looking. He was around my age, maybe eighteen or nineteen, with dark black hair ruined by a lime green mohawk. His black, mini goatee stood out against his pale face. He had quite a few piercings; one on his nose, a few in his ears, one on his eyebrow, and he even had a dog collar with spikes on! He was wearing a black t-shirt with a skull over a long sleeved yellow shirt, blue-jean shorts, and red high-top converse. He seemed to me like a delinquent from juvie.
He had a few cuts on his arms and legs from skidding across the road, and his arm was bent at an awkward angle that I was sure wasn't healthy. His eyes were closed, but I heard him groan in pain.
At the sound of that groan, I was afraid to move him anymore than I had before, so I tried to go over certain first aid training and C.I.T. training over in my head.
Okay, Umm, what do you check for first? Injuries? Pulse? I think it's pulse. Oh God, I don't know what to do!
I felt like bursting into tears. This man just saved my life, and I could do nothing to save hi-
The siren on an ambulance startled me into reality once more, and I turned around to see one speeding down the road. It was a savior on wheels. I was surprised it had gotten here so fast, but time flies by when you're in shock, I guess.
The ambulance came to a stop, and two paramedics jumped out of the back with a strecher. They ran over to where we were and gently lifted him onto the strecher. I got up to follow them, wincing as the mini cuts were streched on my hands and shins. I hurridly grabbed my bag and phone off the sidewalk; Bridgette had hung up some time ago. I wonder what happened to her. - I climbed up and got in the back of the ambulance. Unfortunately, one of the doctors noticed me.
The doctor, a male, started to tell me off. "Uh, Miss, I'm afraid you can't be back here. This man needs medical attention as soon as-"
"That man just saved my life, so I'd rather be here with him to make sure he was okay." I defiantly stated, giving him a glare my mother would be proud of. The doctor looked uncomfortable; it must have been his first time on a call, or the first time he'd been talked to by someone like me. He tried to stammer a reply, but the other, a woman, stopped him as she closed the doors.
"It's alright, Rick. Let her come. She has every right to be worried about his safety." She said. As the ambulance started moving, she turned to look at me.
"Anyway, she might be hurt also. We have to at least check her out with her boyfriend."
"She doesn't sound like sh-"
"My boyfriend?" I interupt. I think I startled the male doctor a bit, thinking I heard him mumble, but I didn't care. "B-but I've never even seen him before! I don't even know him!"
"Oh, really? Then what exactly happened?"
I gave a quick explaination of what had just happened. The woman merely nodded, but the man looked sick to his stomach in shock. Wimp.
As it turns out, we were only two miles away from the hospital, and that was why they had gotten there so fast. The doctors got the man off the strecher and onto a rolling bed and wheeled him inside with other doctors. I followed quickly after them, but another doctor stopped me before the double doors of the room that the doctors had gone into.
"Sorry, no visitors past this point." He said, looking down on me. He was tall, muscular, and not very friendly looking, but I decided to fight back anyway.
"But-" I started, but the woman nurse from the ambulance interrupted me by coming back in the hallway.
"Let her in, Dylan. We need to check her for injuries also."
From the look on his face, he didn't believe her, but he let me by anyway.
"Come on, then, Miss...?"
"Dale. Courtney Dale." I said, walking behind her.
The doors led to another hallway with rooms off to the sides. I'd hoped she'd lead me to the man who saved me, but she led me into an empty room, to my dissappointment.
My face must've said it all, because she said, "He's in a worse state than you, sweetheart. He needs xrays of his arm, too, and your arm looks as normal as mine does. Sit on the table over there, while I get some wipes to clean off that blood."
I looked down in astonishment to see that blood had soaked through in little places it my jeans and stuck onto the backpack strap and stained onto my hands. I hadn't realized that I could actually be injured. I merely nodded in reply, and she turned around to wash her hands and put gloves on.
She was fairly tall, with long red hair that was unique and shiny. She had a kind face, with green eyes. I recognized those green eyes from somewhere...
"Is Izzy your daughter?" I asked with a gasp. Izzy was this insane psychopath who had somehow gotten into the same college as me. She was literally insane. Izzy's red hair was unkept and frizzy, but those eyes were the same as the doctor's.
"Yes, do you know her?" She asked, slightly astonished. She came back over and had me roll up my pant legs for her to wipe off the blood. "Let me guess, it was the hair, right? Or was it the eyes? Whenever anyone sees me around your age, they ask that."
"Both, actually. Mainly the ey-EEEEES!" I shrieked as the rubbing alchohol burned in my cuts. I gripped the table before realizing that thatwould hurt my hands too. I bit my lip and whimpered.
"Sorry! It'll be over in a second, hang on. Give me your hands." She winced as I yelled in her ear, but still had the same, sane face as before. I unwillingly gave my hands over into a stinging torture and let her bandage everything up before continuing the conversation.
"You act nothing like her. Izzy is... Is..." I trail off, trying to find words that wouldn't offend her, but she knew what I was trying to say.
"Insane? I know. She claims she takes her meds, but I know she doesn't. It's her own problem. I'm not going to force anything on my daughter if she doesn't want it. If she's happy, I won't worry about her."
I stare at her as we walk out the door into the hallway, coming back the way we had come. She sounded like a true mother, one that cares and loves their child. Not one that pushes them to be the best, ashamed when their child is anything under perfection...
I look away when I notice her give me a funny look. She opens one of the doors for me and stops. I turn to face her.
"I have to get back to work and check on your 'boyfriend'." She says with air quotes and a wink. It makes me smile a little, but not for long.
"Is he going to be alright? Will you let me know when I can see him?" I don't know what makes me so urgent and needy, but some little part of me was dying to know.
"I'll let you know the second I do." She says with a smile. "Go get something to eat down in the cafe. I'll find you when I'm done. If you absolutely need me, just ask the front desk for Mrs. Wortman. Take care, Courtney."
She pats my shoulder with a reassuring smile and walks back the way we came, the double doors closing behind her.
I stood there in the hospital corridor, staring after her going into the room where the man who had saved my life was. I looked down at my hands, then went over and sat in a chair against the wall. I wasn't close to being hungry.
I pulled out my phone to see the time. It was only 3:37. I had barely been here fourty-five minutes. I had a few frantic texts from Bridgette, but I wasn't in the mood to talk. I knew she would be worried, but that didn't matter to me right now.
I pulled up my knees to my chin and sat there, settling in to wait for news to come out about the man.
Don't let him be dead. Oh God, don't let him die because of me.
I started to sniff, so I put my forehead against my knees so no one would see me trying not to cry. I ended up laying down on the seats beside mine and falling asleep, waiting and waiting for some reassurance that the man would live.
Does the drunk remind anyone else of Adam from Concrete Angels? Anyone? Yeah.. Not my best chapter. I think I've lost some of my writing tallent D: But I have the whole summer to work on it :) And tomorrow (June 1st) Is my mom's birthday :D Happy birthday Mom! I wrote her a little story about her wild/pet squirrels. I doubt I'll post it to fictionpress, but if anyone is interested about a squirrel story, let me know! :) PLEASE review and tell me what you think! Tips, feedback, flames, anything is welcome! Thanks! More to come soon (maybe tonight!) :)
~ Mik Mik