He had been told a hundred times not to use your phone while you were walking..and he'd been warned not to listen to his music at least a thousand more. But Craig had always disregarded it with nothing but a middle finger and a grunt. After all, what could possibly happen? There was a one in every forty seven thousand two hundred and thirty seventh chance that a person could get hit and to the noirette that number was big enough not to care about being cautious when it came to walking on a sidewalk on the way home from school. He'd done it so many times before and for years at that, that it wasn't even a second thought worth sparing a moment of brain power. As soon as the bell rang? He'd pop in his headphones and cut across the school campus straight home for some time alone before his family came in from work or friends. It was the same thing. Day in and day out, so why would it be any different today?

It was just so routine. Nothing could go wrong. His luck was okay and logic? Seemed to be sparse in South Park so the chances of a simple car accident had been unlikely to him.

Well...that was his fatal mistake. He'd underestimated the chaos that hung in the air like the constant chill. Tucker had believed that it was none existent for to long and fate? Bit him in the ass for it..

There force that crashed into his back had been enough to send him flying off his beat up converse. Knocking his headphones out and making his hat askew as he ate asphalt. The gritty ground biting at his cheek and palms with an uncomfortable sting. What the hell?! Before he had been able to even get up and see who the fuck had thought it was a good idea to shove him in the middle of the street the most hideous sound he'd ever come to hear deafened him. It was a heart stopping, bone chilling series of noise that would haunt him for longer then he'd ever like to admit. He should of listened. Why hadn't he just kept his music down enough to hear the horn blaring? Why hadn't he of waited to send his text until he was across the street? He didn't have many regrets in life, but this one was one of the biggest.

Craig ducked, covering his head as a hybrid car swerved past him on stalled breaks that screamed like nails on a chalk board. Missing his body a mere foot the force of the breeze it had kicked up whipped his clothes uncomfortably against his skin as he curled in the fetal position. Expecting to be hit but never feeling the initial force. His heart hammered at the near miss, not quite comprehending the fact that right to take a descent onto the door step death's locker had been reserved for someone else that day.

Not until a second chorus of distress rang out in the street.

A loud and grotesque thud on metal made him flinch. or his sake. It wasn't just one, but a few as the car moved under the body that rolled across the hood. Being left in the scattered dust while the driver skid to a stop a good twelve feet away. Time stood still for a moment..and the blue clad teen slowly unfurled his arms and sat up. Sparing a quick glance at his legs before looking towards the black hybrid. Smoke billowed up from the tires and the door had been swung open but no one had stepped out yet. He could vaguely hear a voice of hysteria as his attention moved back to the street itself and...stopped. Breath hitched. Eyes widened with the rise of dread and panic in his chest. Orange. A blob of orange lay crumpled in the middle of the road. A standing testament to what happened when you faced off against a ton of raging metal. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know who was laying there, unmoving and filling up the black top with a steady flow of bright red. He didn't need to see the face, scrunched up with distress over the immense pain that thin body was in to recognize what the situation really was.

Kenny fucking McCormick had just saved his life.

..and Craig was terrified for him. Honest to god at a lost of breath from the cold terror that gripped his heart. This was Kenny. The renowned flirt of the class. The guy whose hands had supposedly traveled across many a navel and breast in his short life. That was his friend, a wayward asshole of a 'bro' who Tucker had grown to trust. There was the most selfless boy he'd ever met. The poorest teen in town who had a million things to give to anyone who was in need and just now? He'd given Craig his life. "McCormick!" the noirette called as he moved to get up. "Shit - " he hissed a his left ankle gave way, protesting from a sprain he hadn't felt till now. Swallowing the boy crawled forwards, bobbing on his hands and good foot as he scrambled to cross the distance separating them. Fingers getting packed with filthy slush and hot crimson. His stomach curled in protest, mind blown by the fact that this pool of blood was human. Was Kenny's.

"Kenny -"

The blonde didn't move and Craig didn't know if he was even breathing as he sat on his knees. Hovering a violently shaking hand just above the boys thin shoulder in hesitation. McCormick was facing away from him. Feeble and broken. Should he move him? Was it dangerous to? Logic dropped instantly when he heard a small, strangled gasp. The other regaining some consciousness. It took but a few seconds for Kenny to seemingly realize what had happened because the boy wheezed, head hardly moving as he surveyed himself and started to go into hyperventilation. Panic. "Fuck..fuck!" he repeated, that wasn't good. Firmly grabbing the orange clad shoulder Craig started to turn him. Slipping an arm under the others neck to carefully support him as he turned him onto his back. Elevating his upper body so he wouldn't choke on the fucking blood leaking from between his lips..out of his nose..and running down his forehead.

Kenny cried out in pain, fingers twitching with the need to grab at everything that hurt while thise blue eyes glossed over with tears. For the first time in his life he felt his eyes sting. Heart clenching as his savior beginning to sob out. Probably coming to the realization the noirette assumed when really? The other couldn't be more relieved to see Tucker damage free when his vision cleared enough for him to focus on the taller before going blurry again. Red soaked through orange to stain blue and the sound of a man yelling directions somewhere over his shoulder did nothing to comfort him as he held onto a hand that tightened around his palm in a vice. He didn't know what to do..so he just sat there while his friend struggled to breath. Fading faster then the silence as sirens echoed throughout the neighborhood.

"Stay with me.." he coaxed.

"Don't close your eyes Ken..their almost here.." he assured, never looking up to check this as those fierce eyes full of to much experience aimed up at his face. Blank and hollowing out.

"McCormick?"

"Kenny...shit, don't do this you stupid fucker!" he snapped, frowning as the others cries fell into silent small breaths that came every handful of seconds. It was to late that bloody smile said.

"...I'll...see you...'round. Tuck."

Not every accident was easily fixed...