Before me was a collision. My brothers hurriedly went out the vehicle's door.
There were two cars and one truck involved. The truck seemed as if it had skidded to the side of the highway. The truck collided with the huge tree. The truck driver had gotten out of the truck, leaning on its huge wheels for support and holding his bloodied hand to his head.
"Are you okay sir?"Alex inquired.
"No, all of my body parts are sore and my head hurts, all I'm seeing are blurs," the man in farmer's shirt and faded jeans replied.
"Well considering the others there," Henry said pointing at the smashed white Beatle and the overturned white BMW, "I say you're just fine," Henry finished.
I looked at the smashed car. The driver had his head on the airbags of his steering wheel. I listened close for any signs of life from the guy in the steering wheel. I heard faint beatings but it wasn't coming from the owner of the Beatle. Forlornly he was gone.
There was a white car further down the road, upside down. Unlike the other car, this car I knew. I could hear the faint heartbeat. I walked closer to the overturned car. Just as I was about arms range of the BMW, I noticed a man laying a few meters away.
Glass shattered around him. I heard his weak heartbeat though this wasn't the beat I heard. I didn't notice Alex, who was right next to me.
"I'll take care of this one," he said kneeling beside the man. The way his hands move expertly around the battered body made me certain that guy was in good hands. While his hands move around the young man's body in a doctorly way, his head urge me to take care of the other heartbeat that now came to my attention.
I closed the distance between me and the car. Bending, I looked through the shattered window. There was a girl with yielding chocolate-brown curls. I used my hand to get rid of the last bit of glass that poked through the frame of the window before I carefully reached out and pulled her out through the window. Through my hastiness, I forgot the seatbelt that restrained her shoulders and stomach.
Quickly, I kneeled on the road. I insert my body until my waist was on the window's frame. Softly, I pulled her seat belt out from the socket. Releasing her body from the belt, her whole body leaned on my shoulder. Carefully, I hugged her and slid us out of the car. I glided out with her, letting my back graze on the shattered glass while she lay on top of me.
The glass felt nothing against my durable skin. All I could feel and smell was the heat her body gave and the sweet woman fragrance though there was a little edge of men's perfume that clung on to her.
I sat up and let her body smoothly to the road where I was sure no glass was crushed there. Her body and face was turned to the ground. With the gentlest nudge I turned her to face me and brushed her hair out of her face. I found myself wide eyed. I saw the most angelic face even though it was covered with cuts and bruises. How clichéd does that sounds.
"Are you okay?" I asked. What a stupid question I thought.
Her eyes slowly opened and I realize why everything about her seems familiar. Her eyes had said it all. She was the same girl who I saw before, whose eyes were the softest. I felt the sudden impulse of wanting to save her. How strange, I didn't even know this stranger.
Her eyes then closed. She couldn't be dead; I don't want her to be dead; but who gives what I wanted. I gripped her tighter. Fortunately I could still hear her weak pulse and her shallow breathing. If that wasn't the case, I would've found the last transgenic doctor and bring her to them. Again, how uncanny.
'So human Lyndon,' the soldier in me accused, 'you're pathetic,' he continued.
'How long does it take for the ambulance to get here?'I thought ignoring the soldier in my head.Austin had already dialed 911 and the ambulance's siren was in the distance. Yet there was no guarantee that the fragile body in my arms would last until that time-consuming ambulance got here. I shot a glance at Alex who was working extremely hard in keeping that guy alive. He got the worst end of the stick compared to his girlfriend, if she was actually his girlfriend. I looked at her pale face.
Was pale her usual color tone or was it the lost of blood? The last three words made my body react badly. That was one of the reasons Keith died. I clenched my teeth together and forced the memory out of my head. My plain white t-shirt was drenched in blood. I looked at the dress she was wearing. I can't see one spot where blood did not color her dress.
I was just at the point of carrying her and bringing her to the hospital myself, when the ambulance arrived. What good timing. I never had been that happy when ambulance came. This time was different, I felt contented. Though the feeling was all drained when I felt her body started to cool, her beat getting slower, her breath barely audible to my genetic ears. I got up with her in a fluid motion, careful not to hurt any of her body parts. The paramedics saw me and jogged to the back of their van, opened their door and brought the stretcher out.
Another ambulance van was parked next to the first one. I saw Alex carried the guy like how a man carries a woman in a movie scene. I would in point of fact laugh if the case wasn't so life threatening. I only realize my brothers when I put the girl down on the firm mattress of the bed. Henry smiled and Rick and Austin put their thumbs up.
I laid the girl on the firm mattress gently. She stirred like she was finally in pain. I held her non-responsive hand not letting it go.
"Is she your girlfriend?" the fatter of the two paramedics inquired. Before I could respond to that question the heart monitor beeped a flat tone. I looked at it appalled, how was that possible? I moved out of the way letting the two paramedics work.
They resuscitated her for what seemed eternity until the heart monitor draw out steady rhythms. I looked at her pale face, incensed that I couldn't do anything for this human being. As if I needed anymore loss in this dreadfully long life of mine. The skinny paramedic looked at me with such empathy; I flinched away from his look. The fat one mirrored his partner's look. She was steady so why were they looking at me like that?
"Are you her boyfriend?" the skinny one asked. Did it matter? He took my long silence as 'yes.'
"Well... umm. What's your blood type?" He's asking my blood type now.
"Why?"I asked.
"Your girlfriend needs a blood transfusion and at the sanatorium that type of blood is rare, so what's your blood type?"
I studied her blood for a moment. Before my head could register everything I blurted out my blood type that was identical to hers. The paramedic scrutinizef me, before finally risking taking my blood. I would usually rebuff to anyone that wants my blood but this case was different. For her living sake I'll give anything, do anything. Again, how peculiar. I think it was against the rules to get someone's red liquid without testing whether it was particularly safe but desperate time's calls for desperate measures and this two men were ready to risk it.
The fatter one came back later from the van with a red box that had blood bank sprawled on both sides of the oblong container. Alex stood beside me at that instant making me slightly jumped.
"I-I'll take it from here," stammered Alex.
"What? Why?" said the paramedics in unison.
"Well I used to be a paramedic and doing a single transfusion won't hurt, right?" lied Alex. He didn't used to be a paramedic; he used to be a doctor. The two men looked at each other musing. Tonight they broke so many protocols, breaching one more couldn't hurt.
"Okay," the fat one agreed looking at the girl. Alex moved me inside the ambulance and swiftly jammed the needle in my shoulder where the only small opening was made for fueling purpose. The only reason why Alex would actually volunteer was collateral damage. I mean those two men would have been aghast that a single needle couldn't penetrate my skin or how fast I can transfuse. Alex worked silently while I gazed at the red substance pouring into the plastic, translucent bag.
Eleven bags will suffice and although I would've never come to regret it, my head was beginning to spin which was dangerously weird for a transgenic. The paramedic took the bag at the order of Alex. It amazed me that her colour started to darkened to her normal colour. Before I knew it, I was checking her more than apt.
It never seemed to cease- my attraction for her; no matter how much I convinced myself I didn't know her. I persuaded myself that I was falling for her looks like any other male would do however that wasn't true. Looks doesn't usually guarantee the person's personality but to me, her personality's more attractive than her face-which humanly was impossible. The sound of her heart beat stopped my train of thoughts.
It was strong and steady like the monitor showed. The paramedics looked as enthralled as a blind man looking at the world for the first time. I concentrated my lenses close to her neck. The deep gashes on it began to heal. Luckily for collateral damage no human actually saw the cut. The paramedics began to move her stretcher inside the van slowly. The thinnest one looked at me smiling. I nodded in return. In two weeks time the girl would be good as new.
"Would you like to come with us, I mean I'm sure if she wakes up, she wants to see a familiar face," the scrawny man said. He had no idea how appeasing that sounds. But I had to face reality; I didn't know her and she didn't know me though that could be remedied... I thought of ten thousand reasons to be with this stranger. However I had to face the facts, sadly I shook my head. The paramedic nodded and went to the driver's sit.
The rest of my brothers went into the hummer, leaving the truck driver and a cadaver behind. I gazed at the accident scene one more time then went into the car.
[The reason why there are so many "Unforeseen" chapters is because all three are meant to be one chapter. But because it was too long I had to divide them. Sorry…but enjoy anyways! Atlas5]