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There was a lot of snow on the road. That's the only thing Albus really remembers. He doesn't really remember the other car slamming into him, or the glass of his window spraying everywhere, or the ambulance coming.
He can feel himself slip away as he tries to remember, but someone squeezes his hand and jolts him back awake. He doesn't want to stay awake anymore.
"Hey," the voice says, "stay with me."
Albus tries to focus on the voice—or, rather, the person the voice belongs to. It's a paramedic. The one who carried him into the back of the ambulance, he fuzzily recalls.
"Yeah," Albus whispers, trying to stay awake, but at the same time, the pull to just sleep is so strong. His head is throbbing.
He instead tries to focus on the paramedic who's holding his hand. He has blond hair with a slight curl. Albus likes it. He almost laughs at the prospect of flirting with this cute paramedic, but he doesn't; it'd probably hurt to laugh.
"Tell me something. Talk," the paramedic encourages.
"Hi," Albus manages. "What's your name?" he asks.
"Scorpius," he replies, giving Albus a small smile.
"Too long," Albus mutters, his eyelids drooping.
"Friends can call me Scorp," he offers, giving Albus a grin. Albus notes that he has dimples—or maybe Albus is starting to hallucinate.
"I'm your friend?" Albus tries to ask, except his voice seems to cut off halfway, so he just manages 'I'm your'.
Scorpius laughs and gives Albus' hand another squeeze. The laugh seems to give Albus more energy—it pierces through him and hits him, hard.
"You'll be okay," Scorpius promises, giving another squeeze. Albus can hear his voice crack, slightly, and he thinks it's a little funny—why is his voice cracking?
In fact, Albus is sure he says something else, but his voice seems to not just be cracking but fading.
Going.