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oliver and tommy joyriding age about 15 in a car crash – Spitfire303
Sorry it took so long...
Hope I didn't fail this city ;)
They tore down the road outside the city. This was the best place to do so, anyway.
Oliver was in the driver's seat, while Tommy rode shotgun at the moment. The four-wheel-drive of the Audi Quattro gripped the asphalt as they pulled through another turn. It was so easy to just take the keys and go, even though they were barely 15…
"This is great!" Tommy yelled over the volume of the speakers playing some loud music.
"I know, right!" Oliver yelled back. This was the most fun he had had in a while. Riding down a sideway going just about 95 on the straight patches made him feel amazingly alive.
They closed in on another turn, Oliver slowed down to somewhere around 60 miles an hour, and started turning the wheel.
Two of the wheels lost their grip, but they made it through the left turn and Oliver stepped on it when the road straightened.
"Whoa, that was…" Tommy started, and evaluated whether he should go for scary or awesome, "AWESOME!"
"Yeah, AWESOME, a bit scary, but AWESOME!"
They headed for a right turn. Oliver was driving about 100 miles an hour, and was high on adrenaline. The turn came closer and closer, and Oliver played chicken with it. How fast can I take that turn?
He let go of the gas, and the speed slowed down a bit. A bit. Not enough.
At the fine speed of 50 they met the turn. Oliver managed to pull the car through half of it before all four wheels lost their grip and the Audi spun along the road five or six times before it left the road all together…
…
"Oliver" Tommy tried to see his friend, but it was too dark and the coupé light had stopped working after the crash. "Oliver!"
Everything hurt. Hurt bad.
Tommy managed to turn his head without too much pain. Then he tried to lift his left hand to shove Oliver, but it hurt too much. He started crying.
In the dim light he could see the form of Oliver, hanging over the deflated air-bag. The safety belt kept him upright, but he was still hanging over the steering wheel.
Tommy couldn't hear anything above his own sobbing. He couldn't hear, nor see Oliver breathe.
Panic gripped at him. Had he lost his best friend?
His right arm didn't hurt as bad, and he managed to pull his cellphone out of his pocket, and flipped it open. Poor service, worth a try…
His thumb struggled with finding the digits as his vision blurred over with tears.
9-1-1 he managed, but his arm wouldn't lift the phone up to his ear.
"…r emergency" the person on the other side of the line asked as he finally got the phone on speaker.
"We crashed!" Tommy cried, "We were driving and we crashed! I think Oliver is dead!"
"Okay, what is your name? Where are you? Are there anyone else with you?"
"Tommy Merlyn, somewhere off old 129! I don't know exactly!" he sobbed, "It's just me and Oliver, and he's not answering me!"
"Okay, does he breathe, does he have a pulse?" the man on the other side of the line asked.
"I don't know!" Tommy cried, frustration filled him from head to toe. "I can't lift my arm!"
"How hurt are you? Can you feel your arms and legs? Does your back or neck hurt?" the semi-calm voice asked.
"Something is wrong with my left shoulder, and there is something sticking into my leg. I can feel it, it hurts…"
"Okay, and your back and neck?"
"My ribs hurt more…" Tommy answered between sobs, "No, it doesn't really hurt…"
"Good." the manly voice said, a bit relieved.
"Can you do something for me?" the man asked as soon as he had gotten it confirmed. "Can you try to be as quiet as you can, maybe you can hear your friend breathing… Don't be scared if you don't, it might just be your adrenaline that sorts it out…"
"Okay…" Tommy said and shut his mouth. He willed himself to stop crying for at least a little while.
And there it was, quiet, almost unrecognizable… A low sound as Oliver drew his breath, followed by an equally quiet sound as he let it out a few seconds later. A few more seconds later the cycle repeated…
Tommy cried of joy, he almost laughed before he remembered how badly his chest hurt.
"He breathes!" Tommy almost cheered into the phone.
"Great!" Tommy could almost hear the smile around the operator's mouth as he spoke. "Tommy, can you remember where you are closest to? There's a couple of ambulances headed your way, but it would be a great help if you knew more exactly where you are."
"Sorry, I don't…" Tommy said, with something resembling guilt in his voice. "We're outside the road, we spun around and left the road…"
"Can you see the road from where you are?"
"No, I can see a lake at the end of the headlights…"
"Okay, we better send out a chopper too then. Maybe it will be easier to find you from the air..."
…
The next day Tommy entered Oliver's hospital room.
He limped as he walked, and his left arm had been secured in a sling, with a wrap around. One thing was for sure, his left arm was going NOWHERE for the time being. His right wrist was in a brace, and he had a bandage wrapped around his calf where the metal thing had entered his leg.
He limped over to where Oliver laid in his bed, and sat down in the chair beside him.
Oliver had a cast running down his right arm, from his shoulder to his hand, and on his right leg a cast running from toe to hip. The left leg was set in cast from his knee and down. A few bandages covered cuts, but other than that… He smiled.
"Don't you ever do that to me again…" Tommy spoke into his own lap. Not quite able to meet Oliver's eyes.
Oliver's smile disappeared. He might be as high as possible on pain-killers, and he might not be able to feel all the places his body ached at the moment… But he understood that his friend had been scared, and that wasn't fun.
"Okay… I won't…" Oliver said and bowed his head.
"Thanks. You really scared me…" Tommy said as a tear rolled down his cheek.
"Sorry…"
Well...
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