The Smell of the Ocean
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a/n- I'm sorry for the whole bottles of alcohol in the last chapter, I was writing it really late at night and I didn't even realize lol. This chapter is going to have some jumping back and forth, I'm sorry if it's a little confusing, but I hope you like it! Please review!
Chapter 4
Scott had been in the bar for an hour and had just finished his fourth scotch. He was drunk, but was too upset to even realize, he flagged down the bartender and the older man walked over to him.
"Get me another scotch." Scott's words were slurred
The man looked at him, "What's troubling you? I've never seen you in here before."
"What is this group?" The man looked at him confused, "Never mind, just get me the drink."
"I think you've had enough, I think you're done."
Scott looked at him for a moment then stood up, "You know what? You're right; I have had enough, I am definitely done."
He walked away stumbling slightly with each step until he got outside. He finally found Shelby's car, got in and began driving. His speed soon reached 90, but with each thought of Lilly, of Marc, of Lilly with Marc, it began going up. When he came to a stop sign, Scott ran it without noticing the larger SUV coming from the right at the same time…
Shelby sat between Peter and Sophie in their pickup truck. Since Scott had taken her car, the three decided they needed to find him.
"Where do you think he would have gone?" Peter asked, looking for Shelby's small blue car in the blur of the countless parking lots.
"I don't even know." Shelby replied
"Try to think, any places you remember him talking about?"
Shelby tried to rack her brain for spots Scott loved to go when he was stressed, but usually he would just go to either Lilly or her for advice. Then she thought of a place, "The beach! He always said that's why they moved into the apartment, because he loved the beach."
"Ok, well go check it out, see if he went there to blow off some steam. Maybe he just needed to think for…" Peter stopped talking, staring out the window straight ahead.
"Peter what's wrong?" Shelby and Sophie both said at the same time
He stopped the car and slowly got out.
"Peter?" Sophie called after him
He walked back to the truck, "Hold on, I want to check this out." The two women looked for the first time at what he began walking towards. The road was flooded with emergency vehicles. It seems that there had been an accident and Shelby saw why Peter's face seemed so nervous. The car was a Saturn, a blue Saturn. She began crying, although it wasn't definite, she knew it was Scott…
After the SUV had hit his car, Scott had lost consciousness. He woke up sometime later to blaring siren. He tried to move but his entire body ached.
"Stay still, I need you to not move," A man in an EMT uniform said to him, then he shouted back, "He's conscious, we should move him now," Then he directed his attention back to Scott, "What's your name?"
"Scott." He said in a low voice
"Scott you were in an accident, do you know what day it is?"
Scott tried to think, but he was so tired he just wanted to sleep.
"Scott, hey Scott, I'm going to need you to stay awake. Tell me what day it is."
"Tuesday." His voice was even lower; he was starting to feel weaker so he closed his eyes.
"Scott look at me, look at me Scott."
He heard the man calling to him, and he felt the sharp pains of being moved, but he couldn't get his eyelids to lift, but before he couldn't hear or feel anything, he heard someone else calling his name…
Peter walked over to the caution tape where a policeman was standing.
"Sir, I'm going to need you to get back in your car."
"Wait, I need to know who that is, I think I know him."
He wouldn't even listen to him, "I'm going to need you to get back in your car Sir."
Peter watched as they took someone out of the car; through the EMT's, Peter could see that it was Scott, "Scott! Scott!" He called but noticed Scott seemed to be unconscious…
The EMT who had talked with Scott helped pick him up out of the car and put him on a board and put a neck brace on, then he heard someone calling, he looked over to see a man trying to pass the caution tape.
"Scott! Scott!" The man continued to call
The EMT yelled back, "You know this boy?"
"Yes, we've been looking for him!"
"We're taking him to Hope Memorial, you can get information there." Then he jumped in the back of the ambulance and it drove away…
"Scott? Scott can you hear me?"
Scott slowly opened his eyes, "Shelby?" He said, his voice sounding pained
Shelby stood over him, her eyes filled with tears, "Yea it's me, how are you feeling?"
"Horrible, what happened?"
Shelby placed her hand on his cheek avoiding the bruise that had formed, "You stole my car." She smirked
Scott looked down, "Sorry, I didn't know what else to do, I just had to leave."
"You could have came and gotten me, I would have taken you anywhere you wanted to go, Scott you can always come to me, I told you I would always be here for you." A tear fell from her eye.
Scott reached up and wiped it softly away, "I know Shel, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking straight, I was just so upset, I just…" He looked away, then back at her, "I'm sorry."
She looked into his eyes, "Scott you have nothing to be sorry about, you have been through so much and I know how much pain you're in, things will start to get better, I promise they will."
"What happens now?"
"Well, you broke your leg pretty bad, but other than that, you have only superficial cuts, and lots of bruising. The doctor said that you need to stay here over night but then you can go home."
Scott looked away; he didn't want to go home, not with the memories that were forever embedded within the walls.
Shelby noticed his apprehension, "I was talking to Peter," Scott looked up at her, "Yea, and umm, he said that maybe it would be a good idea for you to stay with me for away, just until your leg gets better and you heal more…But I mean it's up to you."
"No yea, I mean as long as it doesn't cause any inconveniences for you." He said trying not to sound as relieved as he was so he didn't make her feel bad.
"Psh, don't be silly, just don't steal and crash my car again and we'll be fine." She smiled; taking note to tell Peter what she had told Scott
Scott smiled the first honest smile in two days…
Next Day
Shelby unlocked the door to her apartment and opened it as Scott hobbled through with his crutches. He went over to the couch and took a seat as Shelby closed the door and walked to the kitchen.
"Do you want anything to drink?"
"No, I'm alright, thanks."
"How about something to eat?"
"Oh umm, no thanks."
"You sure? Is there anything I can get you?"
Scott laughed, "Deep breaths Shel."
She rolled her eyes, "Fine but when you decide you do want something, you'll be begging for me to get you something."
She walked over and sat next to him, "You need to elevate your leg, here," She gently lifted his leg on her lap, "Is that alright?"
"You're too much do you know that? I don't know what I'd do without you."
"You're just lucky I guess." She smiled
He smiled back, "Yea, I guess I am."