Disclaimer: I once again own nothing that has to do with Numb3rs no matter how much I'd like to.
A/N: This fic was inspired once again by a song on a CD that I just got. The song is "Artist in the Ambulance" by Thrice. I don't know why the lyrics made me want to write a fic like this but it did so I wrote what my brain told me to.
The wind was in hair a few moments before.
What happened to that feeling of flight?
What happened to the feeling of freedom that he'd become so greatly accustomed to?
He had no warning...he saw a large object out of the corner of his eye sweep in to him.
He heard a squeal and a thud of flesh hitting metal. He smelt burning rubber. He felt himself fly through the air then fall. His skull collided with something hard and his limbs cried out painfully. His chest was on fire.
What was going on?
He heard a car speedily drive away.
He clenched his eyes shut.
What was going on?
He couldn't move without causing an eruption of pain to tear through his body. The pain was dulling his senses. He couldn't breathe.
Why couldn't he take a breath?
He heard voices. He heard sirens.
Where were those lights coming from? They showed through his clenched eyelids.
He felt someone above him asking him something.
What was going on?
Where was Don? Don would be there if anything were wrong. He said he would.
What was going on?
He was lying on his side but soon was pushed gently onto his back. What was being put over his mouth? He felt the oxygen move more quickly as he tried to take steadier breaths. What was being put around his neck? Why was his button-down shirt being ripped open?
He heard a man speaking to him. What was he saying? He had to focus...he had to pay attention.
He opened his eyes slowly and they frantically shot around the scene he was lying in the middle of. There was an ambulance and a few police cars. All were flashing their lights brightly and their sirens were blaring loudly. A small tan car was at the edge of the scene, which was taped off so people couldn't enter. A young couple was standing outside it talking to a cop who was writing something down on a pad of paper.
Why was he lying by the side of the road covered in blood?
What was going on?
He saw his bike a few feet away. It was a mangled piece of metal barely recognizable to him.
He then managed to stop his eyes frantic searching as he noticed that a few people wearing EMT uniforms were huddled around him checking him over. The one closet to his head kept talking to him.
What was he saying? He tried to focus.
"Sir? Sir?" the voice said loudly and clearly. How could he not have heard what he was saying before? "What's your name?"
Why did he need to know his name? What was going on?
"Charlie Eppes," he mumbled, but it barely heard through the mask that was over his face. But the man over him apparently caught what he said.
"Charlie you've just been in an accident but we're here to help you. We're going to..."
His voice started to fade away as he felt his eyes start to close again.
"I need you to stay with me Charlie," the man said sharply bringing him back and his eyes shot open. "Whatever you do don't close your eyes."
He heard the man start talking to his fellow colleagues and couldn't help it when his eyes started to droop once again.
He was so tired.
He felt himself being lifted gently onto a gurney. He moaned quietly.
Why did he hurt so much?
What was going on?
All that blood couldn't be his. The pain was so unreal…
He heard the man talking to him while he felt the gurney being placed down again. Machines started beeping and he felt people start hooking things up to him. He heard metal doors slam shut and the vehicle he was in shook slightly.
He heard the EMTs rattle off stats to each other but nothing made sense to him.
His eyes were completely closed now.
He needed to tell Don something.
Something important, but what was it?
He saw florescent white light through his eyes. He felt himself moving.
Where were they going?
What was going on?
He heard the man keep talking to him but he couldn't help but fade away.
What was going on?
The last thing he heard was the siren. The last thing he saw was the light through his closed eyes. The last thing he felt was the pain. The last thing he thought was...
'Where's Don?'
Then he felt himself slowly slip into a sweet pain free bliss.
A/N: I will most likely continue this, but I think I might be able to leave it open as a one-shot. I just need to figure out what's going to happen next.
I highly suggest that you look up the song "Artist in the Ambulance" by Thrice. It won't help you understand this fic or anything like that, I just think it's a great song with fantastic lyrics.
So anyway I like reviews as most people do so if you like and want more please tell me. I always work faster with more reviewers.
TheDudeLordOfFantasy a.k.a. Kathleen