Song 1
The Scientist – Coldplay
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Decisions.
Phil was makin' em.
He could have easily walked the distance to the shops that morning, but he didn't.
He could have gone down at any time that day, but he had chosen ten o'clock AM exactly.
He could have gone a bit slower.
Of course, if he had done any of those things, he wouldn't be here right now. Sitting in his car, fozen in shock at the body he knew now lay under it.
Now came another decision: should he get out of the car and check on the damage?
He should, of course he should... but would he?
His hand found the door handle, and the door clicked open. He stumbled out of the car as images of blood and gore and death shot through his mind, making him feel slightly nauseous. Not that blood and guts terrified him to any great extent, but the thought that he could have hurt an innocent pedestrian made him sick to his stomach.
There was no blood, thank the lord. No, instead there was a young man lying on the asphalt in front of his car, frightened out of his wits. His chest moved up and down rapidly with shallow breaths, and his hands were shaking madly. Phil knelt next to him and lifted the back of his neck gingerly.
"Is... are you..."
Are you alright? What a stupid fucking question.
"I'm okay." Whispered the man, trying to pick himself up.
"Are you sure man? 'Cos I should probably call an ambulance or something..."
"No!" He grabbed the front of Phil's shirt and used it to haul himself up into a sitting position, "No hospitals."
"But if you're hurt-"
"I don't like hospitals."
"Well, I don't like the dentist but that doesn't mean I-"
The hand gripped tighter on his shirt, choking him.
"Please-"
"Okay, I'm sorry. Just... at least let me take you home and get you cleaned up."
"That'd be nice," mumbled the man, allowing Phil to help him up. He gave a small yelp when he tried to put pressure on his right leg though, and grabbed on to Phil's waist for support.
"Hey, are you sure you don't want to at least have a doctor come over?"
The man whimpered softly and shook his head.
"Alright then... uh... What's your name?"
"Shannon."
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Shannon fell asleep in the car, and woke a few hours later in a strange bed in an apartment not too far away from the crash. He panicked, not being able to remember what had happened, only that he was in a small bed in a small room, and he was all alone.
"J-Jeff? Matty?"
A strange man appeared in the doorway with a steaming mug of coffee.
"Who are Jeff and Matt?"
"Er... friends?"
"Oh. Well, when you're feeling up to it maybe you could give them a call." Phil set the mug down by Shannon's bed and sat down next to him. There was an awkward silence between the two of them; Shannon plucked at the bedspread and Phil looked down at his feet for a while.
"Uh... why am I here?"
Phil raised an eyebrow, "I accidentally hit you with my car. And you didn't want to go to the hospital, so-"
"Oh. Okay."
Phil reached over and placed his hand on Shannon's forehead, checking for a temperature. The skin was cool and dry, but he found himself lingering on those blonde locks, running his fingers over them delicately. Shannon's eyes fluttered closed in response, and a soft mewl escaped his lips.
"S-sorry," said Phil, withdrawing his hand.
Confused green eyes snapped open.
"No, that was nice. No-one's ever done that before."
"Uhhh,"
Okay then.
Phil resumed his petting then, smiling a little when the smaller man began to fall asleep again. The coffee lay forgotten on the bedside table.