Title: Sacrificium Part 3
Author: LiquidThalassa
A scream tore though the rain-thick air, reaching the ear of the stone angels guarding the dead. A loud crash, smack, bang followed seconds after as the out of control car collided with everything in its path. Metal squealed as it drug against the wet asphalt, sparks dancing in the air only to fall and die. A final sickening crunch and then there was silence. Deep, thick, and final. Time ticked slowly, the seconds seeming as if eternity…
A sudden intake of air and whimper cut through the silence, and a pair of brown eyes forced themselves to open. For some time Theresa was unsure if it all happened, but when she tried to stand, the pain let her know it was real. The second she gathered her thoughts there was only one thing on her mind: Fox. Oh, God, please let him be okay! She began to run—as best she could like a sprained ankle and bruises—to the path of flattened shrubs. When she got there her heart stopped.
The whole front of the car was twisted in a sick manner, the driver's side door banged in. Deep down she knew the worst was possible, she knew people have died from far worse. Cautiously she walked to the driver's side, praying to whoever would listen to her, hoping they would listen, if not for her, than for Fox. Fox, what were you doing speeding like that? In this whether…? She stopped, knowing now was not the time for that.
"Fox?" She called as she reached the door. Hands shaking—more from fear than cold now—she broke the remaining glass around the window. Her hands becoming stained with blood. Once she was done and eased her head in and looked. "Oh, God…no…please no…Fox?"
Fox laid on his side, slumped over, his dirty-blond hair covered in blood and bruises, his legs pinned under the steeling wheel. He didn't move and Theresa wasn't sure if he was breathing. First aid—something Luis made her learn when she was younger—flooded back to her. With all her might she forced the door opened and leaned in. Glass dug into her knees and palms as she unbuckled his seatbelt. Then carefully and ever so slowly she began to ease his body up, doing her best to keep his neck still. Five minutes later and she finished. Tears started to fall once again as she touched his face with but a whisper.
"Fox, answer me. Please. Don't go! Don't go…I love you…please…I need you."
In the fuzzy darkness of confusion Fox began to become aware of himself. Time seemed displaced and warped, and with all his might he couldn't remember what exactly happened. He felt hands on him, the motion of sitting up and the pain. God, the pain was unbearable. He wished for that fuzziness, but it failed to return. Instead he tried to concentrate on the hands, the perfume, and the voice calling him.
"Fox, answer me. Please. Don't go! Don't go…I love you…please…I need you."
"Who…" the question came out in nothing but a whisper, unable to be finished. Who are you?
"Fox, open your eyes." He heard the woman's fear, relief and hope.
He tried with all his concentration to open his eyes, but he couldn't. He felt once last caress and fell into the darkness.
Theresa knew Fate was not on her side—not anymore. I have to get help, quick. Reluctantly she left Fox's side and began searching for his cell phone. Amidst the broken glass and banged-up seats she found it, dialing 911.
"Harmony PD, how may I help you?" an older woman said, in a calm, reassuring voice.
"There's been an accident—right off the Cemetery. Someone is injured. I-I don't know how bad, he needs help. Please, you have to hurry." Theresa said in a rush.
"An ambulance and patrol officer will be dispatched to your location immediately."
"Thank you." She said and hung up.
There was nothing to do but wait—and pray. Please, God, don't let Fox die. I'll do anything, anything if you spare his life.
Her thoughts were broken with the sound of sirens…
TBC
Lydia: I wouldn't mind submitting this fic once it's done…your website address and email didn't show up though, so I don't know where.
Everyone else: Thank you for the reviews. I'm glad you liked it.