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A/N: Fyi, because I've gotten several questions concerning this, Shane is not Shane Helms. Shane is Shane Morton (I think that's his last name) from Amy's band and her boyfriend currently. Thanks for the reviews. :D I'm hoping to update again soon. :) Enjoy!
Matt stood around anxiously while Amy called nine-one-one and talked frantically to the operator on the other line. She quickly explained about the accident and where they were. She then hung up and looked at Matt, whispering, "Let's go."
He frowned. "Where?"
She sighed, as if it were obvious, which it was. "Back to Shane, Matt. I can't leave him. He's my boyfriend and he's hurt." The words stung Matt for a second, but he pushed forward while she shakily walked from the house and onto the lawn, pacing quickly, her perfect hips swaying.
Matt couldn't help but notice how perfect they really were. Every time she moved, they swayed with her. He shook his head, knowing he couldn't think of thoughts like that.
"Come on," Amy called out. "It's just up the road from here."
He ran to catch up with her, and walked in silence to where a car was crashed into some nearby rocks, definitely totaled. Blood was smeared across the windshield and glass lay shattered across the hood and road, the outline of a broken body inside the vehicle.
Amy jogged the rest of the walk to the car, slipping through the window, her moan heard from twenty feet away. Matt cringed, unsure of how the situation could turn out. Was Amy's boyfriend alert? Would he care if he was with her? If it was him, he would wonder why a person would bring his ex along.
He grunted, pushing himself forward and looking to the car. "How is he, Amy?"
She didn't respond, but her shoulders and loud sobs did the talking as she held the head and upper body of the fallen Shane Morton on her lap. Blood incased him from head to toe. Shane was not conscious.
"Help should be here any second," Matt whispered to her, setting his firm hand on her shoulder. Amy only offered a nod in response, wiping her eyes, smearing blood onto her face. Matt shuddered at it.
"It can't be here soon enough," Amy whispered back, though Matt did not hear it.
He shivered in the cold, looking around the area he'd grown up in. The scenery offered little help to the three, though it looked pretty at night. He sighed and went back over to the car, where Amy sobbed still, stroking over Shane's hair.
Suddenly, sirens sounded in the distance, an all too familiar sound to Matt since the house fire at Jeff's. Again he shuttered and looked to the moon, as if it would tell a tale. What would happen? What time was it? How badly was Shane hurt?
Seconds later, an ambulance pulled up and paramedics filed off the vehicle, coming over to the car. One looked to Matt and asked, "Were you in the accident?"
"Nah. I'm just a friend," he mumbled, feeling stupid.
He then decided to wander off a bit, to mind his own business as the paramedics did what they did best. Amy whimpered while they tried to remove her from Shane, sitting her down on a cop car, so they could question her.
"He's not breathing!" a voice yelled suddenly. "I got no pulse. Mike, get over here!" One of the other paramedics, Mike, perhaps ran over and quickly began to try to resuscitate him. Amy watched fearfully while the paramedics used the machine, making Shane's bloodied body jump and drop, though nothing else happened.
Seconds later, Mike whispered, "He's dead."
Amy's wails grew loud in the night, drowning out the sound of the nearby woods, also shattering Matt's heart. He walked over to her and wrapped her into a hug, holding her closely, finding it to be the only thing he could do. "It's going to be alright, Amy. I promise you." He nestled his chin to the top of his forehead then, fearing what could happen next.
Amy hugged Matt back, crying into his shirt, soaking it. Matt could only sigh and look around him. It seemed too much like déjà vu of only about a half hour ago, back at his house. And he couldn't stop the excited feeling inside of him each time he touched her. For what he could do, he hugged her tighter, in hopes that it would return what was lost.
And when I'm hangin' by a thread
And when I'm sure I've reached the end
I reach for you
You redeem me
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