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A/N: Chapter 3, a discovery. Some of you might have foreseen it, it's a bit predictable, haha! But hey, who cares? Enjoy & please review!! xx
Chapter 3 – He what?
5 minutes later I'm sitting on the pavement, my hand still on my knee, watching the ambulance-employees (what are they called anyway?) get out of the ambulance. It seems like every person in London has gathered around the someone on the middle of the street.
"What happened?" one of the ambulance-fellows asks to no one in particular.
A man with a blue sweater gets up. "He got hit by a car!" he shouts with a face that makes it seem like he enjoys telling it. The other man nods and follows his colleague into the forest of people.
"Give him some space, people," he shouts. "Please, step aside on the pavement." It takes 5 seconds till the street has cleared. I try to see something through the pouring rain, but I only see two yellow, almost shining jackets from the ambulance-guys bent over someone/-thing.
I move my hand to strike a strand of hair behind my ear, but as I lift it a blood-covered knee appears. My eyes widen. "Ahh!" I shout. "I'm bleeding!" One of the ambulance-employees turns around.
"What?" he asks, the other one still doing something I can't see.
"I'm bleeding!" I shout back like it's the worst thing happened so far.
"You'll have to wait in line, then." he replies grumpy, getting up and walking up to the ambulance to get something out.
Wait in line?
"What happened?" I shout. He doesn't react, but the woman with the dreadlocks walks up to me. Her eyes lock with mine before she puts her hand out. I grab it and try to get on my feet. "Ow!"
"You alright?" the woman asks. I snore.
"Of course I'm not alright!" I shout back, a little louder than I had planned on. "My knee is bleeding 'cause someone pushed me and all they care about is… is…" I stop.
"You don't realize, do you?" The woman's voice is soft. I look at her, not understanding what she's talking about.
"Don't realize what?"
"He saved you, honey."
I still don't get it. "Who?"
"He!" her voice is a little frustrated now. "The boy who got hit by a car! He pushed you aside and then the car, which was meant to hit you, hit him!" she points at the two ambulance-guys. I follow her finger and my eyes stop at the body which I can now clearly see between the two men.
For a moment I can't breathe. "Who is he?" I swallow.
"I don't know, honey."
I notice I'm still holding her hand and pull it out. I hop on the street, up to the body. The woman follows me.
"Um… Hello?" I say to the men. The grumpy one looks up.
"I know you're bleeding, but you really need to – "
"Could you move aside?" I cut in. He looks puzzled.
"What?" he asks, but I don't bother and hop next to him. A shock goes through my body.
"Uh, girl, you better not interrupt those men…" the woman with the dreadlocks grabs my wrist and pulls me back.
"Wait," the man says. He's seen my reaction. "Do you know him? We really need some information about this boy."
"That's – that's Daniel." I whisper with a crooked voice.
The man frowns. "Daniel who?"
"I don't know."
