Hey guys, here's the next chapter. I know it's not that long and many of you asked for longer chapters but I've been trying my best.
Like in the summary, if anyone would like to continue this story for me just PM me or leave a review with the message… otherwise this story may not get much added to it. Life got real hectic real fast
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Anyways… on with the show.
Paige let out a stifled scream while Walter yelled "No, no, NO!"
Everyone had realized what was going to happen a second before they felt the impact.
Walter let up on the brakes and flung out his right arm to cover Paige as the truck slammed into the driver's side and immediately went limp.
Paige felt Walter's arm attempt to hold her back, but knew it did no good when she felt the impact of the truck and her head slam against the window, quickly claiming her consciousness.
Toby never even took his eyes off the computer and didn't know what had hit them before he too was out like a light, the metal of the van crushing his seat behind Walter.
Happy felt like a scream was stuck in her throat, her mind flashing back to a similar situation a few years earlier; she felt paralyzed she watched the truck slam right into the van containing every person she cared for.
Cabe, still on the phone with the rep from the microchip company had only a moment to voice a few choice swear words before he felt thrown against the car window and had déjà vu back to the case when he and Walter were chasing the criminals who held his ex-wife held hostage.
Sylvester's only thoughts before squeezing his eyes shut and cringing were "We're all going to die; we're all going to die."
Paige blearily opened her eyes, blinking a few times to clear the blurriness and confusion. Everything seemed to be happening too slowly and as if the whole world was underwater. Even though noises were jumbled and messy she could hear the distinctive sounds of sirens wailing in the distance, yet gradually getting louder and louder. She had the overwhelming urge just gently place her head back against the seat and close her eyes. Sleep, that's all she wanted. If she pretended hard enough this was just another morning where the alarm clock had started to ring. Except alarm clocks don't break down the door of the car you are trapped in.
Opening her eyes fully again, she saw a paramedic quickly ease open the door to her passenger seat. He was trying to talk to her, get her to tell him where she was hurt, what had happened, but she was too much in a daze to respond. The events of the last minute were slowly trickling into her memory again. If she thought hard enough she could remember the group getting into the van… then driving down to the microchip company… Toby was looking for employees… Walter was yelling….
Her eyes flashed open and she whipped around as fast as she could, to view the rest of the van. When she did she felt the need to hurl.
Walter was half buried under crumbled sheets of metal, broken glass littered over his body. Blood was everywhere, streaking down his face from multiple scrapes and cuts. She could see part of his arm, definitely twisted in an unnatural angle. Overcome with dizziness she started muttering to herself "no,no,no,no,no,no"
"Miss? Come on, we need to get you out of the car." The paramedic tried to take her elbow. "Miss, you need to get patched up."
"But Walter…" her throat felt itchy, like she had swallowed a piece of sandpaper.
"I assure you, someone is going to help your friend, but right now we need to help you too."
The paramedic was speaking the truth, firefighters had finally been able to open Walter's door and were quickly assessing the situation.
"We've got a problem here!" One of them yelled. "I've got no pulse; we need him extracted from the car and on a stretcher immediately.
Paige felt like she had been punched in the stomach. All the air left her lungs.
Walter didn't have a pulse. Walter's heart wasn't beating. Did that mean Walter was dead?
Nonononononono
Walter was the most alive person she knew. He was always moving, always working on a new problem. He almost never slept; she had to take away the white board markers sometimes to get him to stop doing math for one second. Walter was constantly moving and talking, sometimes to himself.
Walter had things to live for, he was going to cure MS. He was going to save lives. He was going to be Walter O'Brien and be the stupid genius she knew and loved.
Walter could not be dead.
