One more request. A little LaSalle angst. All of the angst. Like all of it. Sorry.
Description: Chris gets into a car accident.
Warning: Described death. Blood. Pain. Actual death
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Groaning softly Chris slowly blinked open his eyes only to find himself surrounded by darkness. Around him he could hear faint sounds of people talking but he couldn't understand a single words that was being said. It was as if he was trapped in some kind of bubble that was keeping everything out.
The agent kept himself still for a moment trying to figure out what had happened to him. The last thing he remembered was getting a phone call from Pride calling him into work on his day off. After that it was a blank.
As his mind raced to figure out what had happened the worlds started to come back to him in bits and pieces. The first thing was the sound of rain pounding on metal while thunder echoed in the background.
How had he missed that? It was so loud. He should have been able to hear it instantly. Wait… Had it been raining when he left his place? No. No, it had started about halfway through his drive down. Right?
With that part of the equation figured out he tried to focus on something else. Like the fact he was cold and wet. Shouldn't he be in his truck? Was he still in his truck? He had to be. It made no sense for him to stop his car during a thunderstorm and get out.
As his mind locked in on his body the pain started to filter in. At first ti was nothing more than a dull ache, but it started to grow with every passing second until just breathing made him feel like he was going to scream.
A panic began to overtake him at that. Nothing was making sense and he was in pain. His flight or fight defense started to kick in and all he wanted to do was get out of the situation as fast he humanly possible.
Squirming where he was he let out a pain filled whimper as he moved. Every inch of him felt like it was being torn but that didn't stop him from trying to get free. Nor did the fact that he water around him was growing warm with each movement that he made.
Off to the side he saw a flash of light that had him moving even more to try to get to it. Tears of pain and fear unknowingly mixed with rain. His nails dug unhelpfully into slick metal as he tried to pull himself to safety.
A scream of agony tore its way out of his throat as something gave way and he could finally move freely. At the same time though all the fight he had felt was ripped out of him too. Falling limp against the metal he tried to swallow back the sickness that was threatening him, but he was too weak.
Everything that he had eaten that day came up covering him and making him cry out in pain at the same time. The pain of throwing up was too much for him to handle. He felt like he was so close to just passing out and finally feeling nothing.
The voices that he had heard before slowly came into focus. They were finally close enough that he could understand what was being said. There was only one thing that he could hear though. Over and over and over again. His name.
Chris hadn't even realized he had close his eyes until he attempted to look around to find the person calling him. Slowly flicking them open he felt the last of his energy wane from him as they slipped back shut before he could see anything.
Something strong had heavy rested on the side of his face gently tilting his head to the side. A whimper of pain fell from him at the movement though it wasn't as bad as before. In fact, nothing felt as bad as before. It was more like he was floating away from it all.
A small voice told him that that was the last thing he wanted, but he couldn't bring himself to care. After all the pain he had felt the almost numbness was more than welcome. He was perfectly content slipping into it not hearing the voices around him beg fro him to hold on.