A/N- Thank you so much to all the reviewers! What I meant to write first chapter was that I didn't want to LOSE too many reviewers, not gain them. I love to gain reviewers. You guys all rock.
Disclaimer- I own a cup of ice and a bottle of cherry pepsi. There are some cops, a few medics, a nurse, and a man in there that I put in here, but wow, everyone wants them, don't they.
Summary: Jeff Hardy has got a brand new Cavileir and takes Shannon on a test drive, but things go horribley wrong and it could end up changing everyone's lives forever.
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A Second Changes Everything
Part Two
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When he came to, the first things Jeff noticed was that he was laying in glass sharded grass and there was an incredible pain that was shooting through his leg and his left arm was nearly numb. He could taste the blood in his mouth. But the first thought that flashed in his mind was 'Where's Shannon?' Jeff carefully tried to roll on to his feet without hurting himself, but it didn't work too well. When he finally at least got sitting up, he noticed that the car was about fifty feet away from him in a crumbled heap of metal, smashed into a tree.
Knowing he couldn't make it to the car on his own, he tried to call Shannon's name. Spitting as much blood as possible from his mouth, he called again, but still got no answer. Jeff used his good arm to reach to one of their cell phones which had flown from the car and had landed about a foot away from him in the grass. Pressing 911, Jeff listened to it ring before someone picked it up.
"911, please state your emergency."
"I've been in a car wreck," Jeff said, struggling to get the words out of his mouth, "My friend...I think he's still in the car."
"Alright, sir, where are you?"
"I think we're at the very bottom of Manneville HIll. We drove down it and we were hit."
"Okay, sir, help is on the way. Would you like me to stay on with you until they get to you?"
"I-I don't care, I just want to make sure Shannon is okay!"
"Sir, please calm down. Medical help is on the way. Are there two cars?"
"No, not that I see."
"Are you hurt?"
"I can manage, I think he's still in the car. We need to get Shannon out."
"Sir, are you hurt?" the woman repeated.
Jeff could hear the sirens apporaching and abruptly shut off his phone. "Hey!" he called, "Hey! Down here!"
A police car, followed by an abulance and another cop car, came down the hill carefully. A rush of medical personelle and poilcemen swarmed out as soon as they parked. The medics headed to Jeff as the police worked on taping off the area and checking for fire.
"Are you okay, son?" a medic asked, kneeling beside Jeff.
"I think Shannon's still in the car." Jeff replied shakily.
A couple of police officers headfed to what was once a brand new Cavilier.
"Are you hurt, son?" the medic asked again.
"My leg and my shoulder, my arm. But, what-"
"Come on, kid, we're gonna get you fixed up."
Jeff allowed the police to get him to his feet and walk him to the ambulance; he must have looked worse than he felt. He never let his eyes leave the car. He took a seat on the bed of the ambulance and could hear a medic say something about his leg being broken.
"Is Shannon still in there?" he asked an officer who walked by.
"Yes. We've called in some more people. There's no way we can get him out of there on our own."
"Is he awake? He didn't answer when I called."
"No, not awake."
"He's not dead is he?" Jeff asked, panicking.
"No, but we need to call both of your parents and get a report done."
Jeff repeated the numbers to the officer. The man then turned and walked off, dialing the first number. Jeff watched as more officers arrived with some weird looking machine that is used to cut through metal.
"I need to see what's going on. What if he wakes up and he's scared?" Jeff said to the doctor who was splinting his leg.
"Sir, I think you should just sit here." the woman advised.
"But, what about Shannon?"
"Sir, if you don't calm down, we'll take you to the medical facility right away."
"I am calmed down, but-"
"Listen. I know you are worried about your firned, but there is nothing either of us can do right now beside cooperate and get you fixed up. Now, please straighten up so I can check your shoulder."
For a little while longer, Jeff watched as more people came and left. The car was slowly being taken apart and, with every peice taken away, Jeff got more and more nervous. What if Shannon didn't look like Shannon anymore? What if he had amnesia and forgot everything? What if something worse happened? Suddenly, he was snapped from his thoughts.
"Jeff!"
Jeff looked up and smiled slightly at his brother. His father was walking behind Matt with Shannon's family. Matt ran a hand over Jeff's forehead, pushing the hair from his face, "Jeezus Christ, what happened?"
"Me'n Shann got in a car crash."
"Are you alright? Where's Shannon? Is he alright? When was this? How long have you been here? What-?"
"Matt, please? I have a headache. Hi, daddy."
Gil gave his son a hug. "Are you okay?"
"I broke my leg and I think my shoulder is sprained or something. Shannon's still in the car."
Kim gasped, looking over at the crumpled mass of metal. Matt sat next to Jeff. "Are you sure you're okay? This is a lot."
"I'm alright. I'm just worried about Shann."
Gil looked at where the police were finally getting through the car. Both families watched as the police and medics metal-cut through the car. When they got far enough to at least see Shannon, they started talking loudly. The Moore's and Hardy's watched for another hour until the talking got louder and with more energy. Jeff jumped, trying to see better. A group of about five or six medical personelle ran over. One set up an Iv and blood bag. Two more grabbed a stretcher. Another called another ambulance. The last persona greabbed a doctors bag.
Jeff carefully moved out of the way for them, followed by the others. Jeff was so scared he was shaking. The police worked for about another twenty minutes until they finally got Shannon out, but they were crowding so the families couldn't see. An officer came over to them. He was tall, with dark hair and a mustache; definatley looking the part of the police cheif he was.
"They've gotten your boy from the car. he's going to need to be taken immediately to the E.R. Jeff, you'll need to go as well." he turned to Jeff, "We're gonna have to see if you need that shoulder worked on. If you'd like to come with, Mrs. Moore, we need a file on your son."
"Is Shannon alright?" Mark (Shann's brother) asked, seemingly the one most pulled together.
"We'll see." the officer said.
Before anyone could see, the second ambulance had pulled off with Shannon inside. The first one drove off after. The police cheif said what everyone expected him to say: that eh was sorry. Not to get their hopes too high or too low. And to be careful on their way. The Moore's and The Hardy's had all come in the same van, so everyone piled up in to it, helping Jeff into the first bench so he wouldn't get any more hurt.
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A/N- That's all for this chapter! Later!
Disclaimer- I own a cup of ice and a bottle of cherry pepsi. There are some cops, a few medics, a nurse, and a man in there that I put in here, but wow, everyone wants them, don't they.
Summary: Jeff Hardy has got a brand new Cavileir and takes Shannon on a test drive, but things go horribley wrong and it could end up changing everyone's lives forever.
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A Second Changes Everything
Part Two
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When he came to, the first things Jeff noticed was that he was laying in glass sharded grass and there was an incredible pain that was shooting through his leg and his left arm was nearly numb. He could taste the blood in his mouth. But the first thought that flashed in his mind was 'Where's Shannon?' Jeff carefully tried to roll on to his feet without hurting himself, but it didn't work too well. When he finally at least got sitting up, he noticed that the car was about fifty feet away from him in a crumbled heap of metal, smashed into a tree.
Knowing he couldn't make it to the car on his own, he tried to call Shannon's name. Spitting as much blood as possible from his mouth, he called again, but still got no answer. Jeff used his good arm to reach to one of their cell phones which had flown from the car and had landed about a foot away from him in the grass. Pressing 911, Jeff listened to it ring before someone picked it up.
"911, please state your emergency."
"I've been in a car wreck," Jeff said, struggling to get the words out of his mouth, "My friend...I think he's still in the car."
"Alright, sir, where are you?"
"I think we're at the very bottom of Manneville HIll. We drove down it and we were hit."
"Okay, sir, help is on the way. Would you like me to stay on with you until they get to you?"
"I-I don't care, I just want to make sure Shannon is okay!"
"Sir, please calm down. Medical help is on the way. Are there two cars?"
"No, not that I see."
"Are you hurt?"
"I can manage, I think he's still in the car. We need to get Shannon out."
"Sir, are you hurt?" the woman repeated.
Jeff could hear the sirens apporaching and abruptly shut off his phone. "Hey!" he called, "Hey! Down here!"
A police car, followed by an abulance and another cop car, came down the hill carefully. A rush of medical personelle and poilcemen swarmed out as soon as they parked. The medics headed to Jeff as the police worked on taping off the area and checking for fire.
"Are you okay, son?" a medic asked, kneeling beside Jeff.
"I think Shannon's still in the car." Jeff replied shakily.
A couple of police officers headfed to what was once a brand new Cavilier.
"Are you hurt, son?" the medic asked again.
"My leg and my shoulder, my arm. But, what-"
"Come on, kid, we're gonna get you fixed up."
Jeff allowed the police to get him to his feet and walk him to the ambulance; he must have looked worse than he felt. He never let his eyes leave the car. He took a seat on the bed of the ambulance and could hear a medic say something about his leg being broken.
"Is Shannon still in there?" he asked an officer who walked by.
"Yes. We've called in some more people. There's no way we can get him out of there on our own."
"Is he awake? He didn't answer when I called."
"No, not awake."
"He's not dead is he?" Jeff asked, panicking.
"No, but we need to call both of your parents and get a report done."
Jeff repeated the numbers to the officer. The man then turned and walked off, dialing the first number. Jeff watched as more officers arrived with some weird looking machine that is used to cut through metal.
"I need to see what's going on. What if he wakes up and he's scared?" Jeff said to the doctor who was splinting his leg.
"Sir, I think you should just sit here." the woman advised.
"But, what about Shannon?"
"Sir, if you don't calm down, we'll take you to the medical facility right away."
"I am calmed down, but-"
"Listen. I know you are worried about your firned, but there is nothing either of us can do right now beside cooperate and get you fixed up. Now, please straighten up so I can check your shoulder."
For a little while longer, Jeff watched as more people came and left. The car was slowly being taken apart and, with every peice taken away, Jeff got more and more nervous. What if Shannon didn't look like Shannon anymore? What if he had amnesia and forgot everything? What if something worse happened? Suddenly, he was snapped from his thoughts.
"Jeff!"
Jeff looked up and smiled slightly at his brother. His father was walking behind Matt with Shannon's family. Matt ran a hand over Jeff's forehead, pushing the hair from his face, "Jeezus Christ, what happened?"
"Me'n Shann got in a car crash."
"Are you alright? Where's Shannon? Is he alright? When was this? How long have you been here? What-?"
"Matt, please? I have a headache. Hi, daddy."
Gil gave his son a hug. "Are you okay?"
"I broke my leg and I think my shoulder is sprained or something. Shannon's still in the car."
Kim gasped, looking over at the crumpled mass of metal. Matt sat next to Jeff. "Are you sure you're okay? This is a lot."
"I'm alright. I'm just worried about Shann."
Gil looked at where the police were finally getting through the car. Both families watched as the police and medics metal-cut through the car. When they got far enough to at least see Shannon, they started talking loudly. The Moore's and Hardy's watched for another hour until the talking got louder and with more energy. Jeff jumped, trying to see better. A group of about five or six medical personelle ran over. One set up an Iv and blood bag. Two more grabbed a stretcher. Another called another ambulance. The last persona greabbed a doctors bag.
Jeff carefully moved out of the way for them, followed by the others. Jeff was so scared he was shaking. The police worked for about another twenty minutes until they finally got Shannon out, but they were crowding so the families couldn't see. An officer came over to them. He was tall, with dark hair and a mustache; definatley looking the part of the police cheif he was.
"They've gotten your boy from the car. he's going to need to be taken immediately to the E.R. Jeff, you'll need to go as well." he turned to Jeff, "We're gonna have to see if you need that shoulder worked on. If you'd like to come with, Mrs. Moore, we need a file on your son."
"Is Shannon alright?" Mark (Shann's brother) asked, seemingly the one most pulled together.
"We'll see." the officer said.
Before anyone could see, the second ambulance had pulled off with Shannon inside. The first one drove off after. The police cheif said what everyone expected him to say: that eh was sorry. Not to get their hopes too high or too low. And to be careful on their way. The Moore's and The Hardy's had all come in the same van, so everyone piled up in to it, helping Jeff into the first bench so he wouldn't get any more hurt.
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A/N- That's all for this chapter! Later!