Disc: Yeah, slow on updates, I know. I own nothing except this story line.
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The scariest thing in my life and I can't even move! Good gravy, what happened to me? I heard Keith's voice and saw his face and then a car… am I dead? No, I can't have died. I can't be dead! Why dos it hurt? Where are the angels? Why does it hurt so much?
"What's going to happen to her? What's going on?"
"Sir, please step back, we have to get her to the emergency room."
" 'her' is my wife! That's Shante! What's going to happen?"
The medic finally looked at Keith, the hard glint in his eye softening slightly. He'd seen this too may times. "You can't ride in the ambulance because of the extent of the damage. Follow us, buy keep up and any accident is on your own head, understand?"
Keith nodded, his normally creamy dark skin pale. He watched, shocked, as the door to Shante's care was wrenched open and his prone wife carefully put onto the stretcher. He followed numbly to the hospital, his eyes still visioning blood.
Somehow he managed to call Tony and let him know what was happening. Tony met him in the ER waiting room.
"Yo Keith, what happened man? Is she alright?"
Keith didn't want to remember him waving, Shante waving back, her not watching where she was going. "I don't know. Call her girls for me, will ya? Let them know."
"Sure thing. Anything you need, I got it. If you wanna talk-- you wanna talk? Want some coffee? They got a great coffee machine here, cheap too. Anything you want Keith, just say the word and I'll-"
"Tony?"
"Yeah?"
"Call the girls for me."
Tony paused, watching his best friend's face. It was etched with grief and pain, somehow controlled by intense force from Keith. Swallowing, he nodded. "Okay, I'll do that. Be right back. But if you need anything-"
"Go."
"Okay. I'm gone."
The sterilized scent of the white and green waiting room made him feel sick. All he could hear was… nothing. Keith wanted to die when he realized that all he heard was nothing.