Author: Revolving Panes
Disclaimer: I do not own the Fast and Furious franchise, but I am the proud owner of a Charger (Yes, they really are awesome.)
AN: Thanks to all who reviewed, favorited, followed, or even took the time to read this fanfiction. A special shout out to Shortcake99 for taking the time to talk a great lengths with me.
This chapter takes place directly after the last one. However, after next chapter's conclusion, I will start skipping months and/or years at a time so that I can cover the important moments. I do hope you enjoy.
Bonus: Does anyone know how old Letty and Dom are, as of Fast and Furious 6? Plus, what did you think of F&F 6?
Thread Unraveling
Chapter two
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Mia shrieked, her hands clasped over her mouth. She was not the only one. Several skanks and racers stepped towards the scene, only to step away later, dismay etched on their respective facial aspects. The impact had sent Letty a good five feet into the air, ramming into her left side viciously. The adolescent lay in a heap, a large shard of the shattered windshield lodged in a joint between her chest plate and collarbone, her shoulder twisted at a rather unusual angle. Leon and Vincent slid to the ground beside her, a mammoth crowd gathering around the scene. A hysterical voice called to the amassed group: "Call an ambulance!" Somewhere in the chaos, several men took off in search of a telephone.
Dom was pushing his way out of the car, his face contorted in horror and utter disbelief, all remnants of his drunken state absent. Leon gently rolled Letty onto her back, carefully avoiding the nasty gash on her forehead, and the large shard of glass in her nerve bundle. Her dark eyes were shut, her skull lolling, yet a pulse was still throbbing in her neck. Dom crouched beside the trio, his massive body trembling.
"Sweet Jesus." His fingers were in his hair, his strong jaw distorted in revulsion. "What can I do?"
Vince, who was gently patting Letty's body for signs of any other metal or crystal fragments, looked over his shoulder momentarily, surveying the panicked crowd. "We need to clear the area. If an ambulance is coming, the crew will call the police about a suspected race."
Dom, taking up his position, began handing out instructions to competitors, directing them to the nearest exits, his voice trembling all the while. The mass amount onlookers scrambled for their vehicles in a panic.
"Mia, go with Hector." Dom was stating sternly.
"No! I'm not leaving Letty!" Mia was squealing, mildly hysterical.
Yet, Hector, a short yet robust man grabbed Mia by the wrist and pulled her towards an awaiting car.
Once the area was virtually cleared, Dominic raced back towards Leon and Vincent.
"Dom…she needs medical attention now. We don't have time for an ambulance." Vincent stated. He was wrapping a vividly orange bandana across the abrasion upon Letty's forehead. Leon's had were clutching just below the glass fragment, his palms and fingers caked with blood and plasma. "We need to use one of the cars."
Dominic scanned the area. The majority of the racing vehicles had disappeared. The Camaro was missing the entire windshield from the combination of a vicious attack on the course from a telephone pole, and the a hundred and ten pounds of human flesh that had recently condemned the surface. Leon's old beater wouldn't be fast enough, and Vincent's archaic machine wouldn't hold together for more than five miles.
Then, Dom spotted it. It was a slightly battered Charger, the door ajar, the engine running, presumably belonging to one of the individuals who had gone to search for a telephone. Dashing in its direction, Dom made quick time; sliding into an obsidian seat, stomping on the gas, and roaring viciously back towards the scene. Leon had lifted Letty into his arms effortlessly, and Dom slid out to assist as the pair lowered the unconscious female onto the backseat. Leon, taking the inaudible instruction, took off towards his battered car as Vincent slid into the passenger's seat, one hand firmly resting on Letty's stomach to hold her in place.
Dom compelled the gas as far as it could go, and the Charger sped into the breaking dawn at hemorrhaging (no joke intended) speeds, the distant streetlights illuminating the deserted expanse in their wake.
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Leticia Ortiz had the distinct feeling that she was flying in a haze of memorabilia, her eyes shut to the seeing world. Dominic Toretto was standing just behind the partition, watching his victim intently, stomach revolving, his mind pondering the pain he had brought upon his sister's closet companion because of an idiotic dare. Letty's flaccid figure lay against the pristine sheets of the Critical Care Unit, long hair splayed unorthodoxly against the bolstering cushions. The olive complexion had faded substantially against the blood loss, and her piercing irises were sealed, unseeing. Her body was garbed in a loose hospital gown, her figure cloaked beneath the itchy sheets of dull beige.
A soft tap on the linen pullback brought Dom to his senses. Mia was standing behind the screen, a rather loose sundress clinging to her thighs due to the ridiculous heat of the summer. Her hair was loose and her face free of cosmetic, and judging from the streaks beneath her eyes and the minor swelling, Dom's sister had taken to crying as a coping mechanism.
"How is she?" Mia murmured.
"She'll live… Three fractured ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and a minor chip of her hipbone was displaced. The cut where the glass landed will leave' a nasty scar though."
Mia studied his face. "Why did you do it Dom? Why did you take Marcus up on his dare?"
"You know why, Mia."
"You wanted to prove yourself." Mia crossed her arms disapprovingly, all signs of grief replaced by a haughty expression. "You're only fifteen Dom. There's plenty of time to prove yourself later on."
Dom chuckled lightly. "You sound like nuestra madre."
Mia suddenly went very pale, uncrossing her arms. "Well, at least I'm mature!" She retorted, stammering slightly, before storming from the room. Dom recognized his mistake.
Maria Toretto had died four years previous in a freak accident. She had been driving home from her part-time shift at a local Laundromat, when a delivery truck had T-boned the vehicle. Having hit the gas main, the Toyota exploded, and her imminent death had been instantaneous. Mia, Dom, and Mr. T had been devastated.
Dom figured that Letty wasn't going to awaken within the next fifteen minutes, so the teenager made his way to the hospital cafeteria, intent on retrieving a meal. Soon thereafter, Dom emerged, carrying a large bagel in his hand. It was then that Dom noticed something rather peculiar. Dominic knew that Letty had a living mother, yet in the two days that the girl had been admitted, the woman hadn't bothered to show. Dom shook his head in general disgust. A woman like that was absolutely sick.
The adolescent jogged the three flights of stairs to the CCU, pushing through the stairwell entry, and making his way towards the in-patient waiting room. Yet, neither Vincent, nor Mia was present in the area. Concluding that the pair had stopped by Letty's sector, Dom made his way in the general direction, setting off down the C-Wing, munching on his bagel contently. He didn't make it five paces.
There was a loud hustle of medical personnel, rushing towards a certain room, and the squealing of tires against linoleum reaching his ears.
What the hell?
A gurney appeared, a female figure perched upon it, surgeons shinning lights at her facial aspect intently.
Letty…oh damn.
"Her heart rate's dropped dangerously, Steve." A feminine voice called, presumably a nurse or doctor's assistant.
"It's got to be internal bleeding. But, honestly, I don't know how we could have missed it on the scans." Steve replied, hastily. Dom jogged after the procession, and quite literally slammed into Vince.
"What the fuck is happening?" Dom exclaimed, gesturing after the cart, dropping his bagel into the nearest garbage disposal.
"She crashed man…one minute she was fine, then her monitor started to drop." He ran a hand through his hair, gazing after them.
"They said something about internal bleeding in the skull." Mia muttered, clutching Vincent's forearm tightly.
"That's not good." Dom knew that internal bleeding, especially in the brain, could lead to death, a comatose state, general loss of function and mobility, and numerous other horrifying disorders.
Yet, none of the assembled had time to acknowledge their concerns. For, as the moment begun, and the gurney disappeared down a curving hallway, a shrill, solitary shriek echoed against the eerie stillness, alerting the trio that Letty Ortiz had no perceivable pulse.
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I am so evil.
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Adios,
M.
