This is a crossover between "EVE and ADAM" by K.A Applegate and Micheal Grant, and the To Aru Majutsu/Kagaku Index/Railgun Universe of Kazuma Kamachi
I am thinking of an apple when the car hits, and my leg severs and my ribs crumble and my arm is no longer an arm but something unrecognizable, wet and red.
An apple. It was in a vendor's stall in District 14. A defiant crimson McIntosh in an army of dull green Granny Smiths.
When you die—and I realize this as I hurtle through the air like a wounded bird—you should be thinking about love. If not love, at the very least you should be counting up your sins or wondering why you didn't cross at the light.
But you should not be thinking about an apple.
I register the brakes screeching and the horrified cries before I hit the pavement. I listen as my bones splinter and shatter. It's not an unpleasant sound, more delicate than I would have imagined. It reminds me of the bamboo wind chimes in my dorm.
A thicket of legs encircles me. Between a bike messenger's ropy calves I can just make out the 30% OFF TODAY ONLY sign at ASICS. I should be thinking about love right now—not apples, and certainly not a new pair of Nikes—and then I stop thinking altogether because I am too busy screaming.
~~~~***EVE***~~~~
I open my eyes and the light is blinding. I must be dead because I can't feel my body, and in the movies there's always a tunnel of brilliant light before someone croaks.
"Evening? Are you awake?" Who's that woman?
Hey, wait... I know that voice, it's my mom's voice... why is she in heaven?
"Evening, you're in the hospital... and you're thinking out loud..." My dad's voice this time.
"Oh." Hey! That's my voice!
"Why can't I feel my body?" There it is again!
"That's the drugs, Evening..." Hey, mommy!
"Why don't her sleep them off, honey?" Ohh, sleep sounds nice...
"Bye, guys..."
"Click, click, click, click,click, click..."
"Swish, swish..."