Chapter 2- Tears Mixed With Blood
The wind was knocked out of me as I was hurled to my right and landed hard on asphalt. The pain was, well, painful, but I had expected worse. I could here people screaming from the sidewalk, so I suspected I was pretty banged up. But I could still open my eyes.
At first, my vision was blurry from withheld pain, and nothing was comprehendible. I blinked a couple of times, and finally, I could distinguish a pile at the base of a bright blue truck. But the pile was in an awkward position, and I could see bright red hair… my blood ran cold.
It was Kid Flash.
Ignoring screaming limbs, I ran to Kid, not wanting to see what really happened, not wanting to believe it.
It was the worst sight imaginable. That flyaway hair covered half his face, and the other was lined with blood. His clothes were painted with red and black with the blood and asphalt, and his arms and legs were bent helplessly at awkward positions.
Tears stinging my eyes, this time from despair, I slowly bent down and gently took his head and cradled it.
"Kid Flash…please…open your eyes…Kid…Wally… PLEASE! Don't leave me!"
Dry, racking sobs engulfed me, and I bent my neck down, my lips grazing Kid's forehead as I cried.
I was dimly aware that after a couple minutes of crying an ambulance had pulled up and two official looking men climbed out with a stretcher. As they approached, I heard myself scream, "Don't take him! You can't!" over and over like a deranged lunatic. My crazy-talk proved to be no avail, however, because they practically tore me away from Kid. Through all the commotion and people brushing past me, I somehow found myself in the hands of the police.
Anything that was in my stomach was now a rock at the bottom of my stomach as I was led to a squad car. I began me delusional ranting, and kept it up until I was placed in the back of a squad car. It wasn't until I saw we were following the ambulance that I realized that the officers were an escort and ceased my yelling. I was too shocked too make small- talk with my escorts, and every once in a while, was over come with powerful sobs, which diminished to smaller ones which hurt my ribcage less.
I settled to look out the window while I got my thoughts together. The colors of autumn were so bright, so vibrant, and painted a perfect picture. I was the exact opposite. I was dull, dark, and was a picture with a slash in the middle, right through my face. My bad luck caused Kid to be hit. It was my own stupidity and stubbornness that caused Kid to run. I didn't even deserve to be driven to Jump City Hospital.
I may have killed him.
As we pulled into the parking lot, I saw that the ambulance was already there, and was being emptied of its contents. I spied the limp figure on the stretcher, and had to bite my lip to the bleeding point to keep from sobbing hysterically again.
Numbly, I stepped out of the car, but I couldn't move myself forward. One of the two officers scooped me up and carried me to the front doors of the hospital. It reminded me of the way Kid Flash would carry me, and more silent tears trickled down my already wet face.
The officer placed me in an uncomfortable blue chair, much like how a five-year old would sit down a rag doll. He bent down until he was eye level with me and told me to stay where I was and he would tell me when I could come and see Kid. He also motioned for a stationary nurse to look me over. It had only just occurred to me that I had a slash on my arm. It wasn't deep though, but when I voiced this, she ignored me and proceeded to wipe up my arm. After many minutes of urging the nurse to leave me alone and tend to Kid, She declared herself done and walked off.
I cradled my newly bandaged arm, and watched the clock as I awaited the wonderful moment when I would be able to see Kid again.
Heeeey what's up? I'm sorry I couldn't update this sooner! There was a lot of debate amongst my friends on whether it should have a sad ending or a happy ending… and this is what I decided. Enjoy, but don't flame on me . Oh, I don't own Teen Titans, and I never will. (Sob sob cry cry)