Title: Wreck
Rating: G (?)
Pairing: KidLaw
Warning(s): n/a (I think.)

Part 4 of 8

All Law could do was sit on the curb.

The twisted heap of metal that use to be the car he was driving was across from him, and looking at it made a lump form in his throat.
His phone was in his hands; Law had a memory of calling someone, but it was gray and fuzzy and he wasn't sure if it was real or not.

Someone (a paramedic, perhaps) had tried to get him to go to the hospital but Law waved them away; though his leg was bleeding and he did allow it to be looked at it.
It was a little worrying that he couldn't feel anything.
A little voice in the back of his mind supplied that he was in shock; it made sense, with his unclear memory, being numb and cold, and lack of pain.

Maybe he should go to the hospital.

Someone called his name what sounded like his name. Law looked around, and spotted a mop of messy red hair coming towards him. So, he really had called someone?

He stood, and stumbled into the person calling his name as pain shot up his leg; a good sign he was coming out of shock, at least.
"Hey, Trafalgar, what the fuck happened?" A closer inspection of the person (who was now grasping his shoulders and keeping him from swaying) revealed that it was Kid.
Oh, duh. Of course it was.

"I'm sorry about your car, Eustass."
"Wha- Forget about the damned car! Why the fuck aren't you going to the hospital, you look like hell."
Law opened and closed his mouth a few times, before settling to just nodding as Kid spoke - he felt sick and everything around him still felt fuzzy and muted. Paying attention was almost painful.
He also didn't want to go to the hospital, he was fine, really. He was a doctor (almost), so he should know.

"Hey, Law." That got his attention though - they almost never called each others given name. "Really, I'm serious about the car. It wasn't your fault, right, and it was old anyway. I can replace it so, don't be upset."
He wasn't upset about the wreck - well, a little, but it was a car and he was fine and he wanted to convey that to Kid.
"I can be replaced as well." Oh. Well. That's not what he wanted to say at all.

"What? No." Kid's expression crumpled into something that was (in Law's current state of mind) indescribable. "No, hell no. Law, you're not replaceable. If something happened to you, I'd..."
Kid nearly crushes him in a tight hug, and doesn't finish his sentence.

He doesn't need to.
Law understood.