Actions & Consequences
By RascalFlattsS
There you go—a nice long chapter, just like I promised.
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Disclaimer: Still do not own Royal Pains.
Chapter 2: Why Call 911? Instead call HankMed in case of an Emergency….
Evan never remembered closing his eyes but yet the next thing he was aware of was opening them. The sunlight stung his eyes and he was tempted to close them again. Evan groaned. Every inch of his body felt like it was it had been crushed by a vice. His head, chest and leg all hurt and were fighting over which part was in more pain.
Evan looked forward. The air bag had deployed and his head was leaning against it. He had also been wearing his seat belt so he was still in the passenger seat.
If I'm in the passenger seat, then whose driving?
Evan looked over and gasped. "Oh my God! DAD!" Eddie was leaning forward, his head resting against the air bag. His eyes were closed and there was blood running down the side of his face.
"Oh God, oh God," Evan gasped. He reached down and grabbed his cell phone. His phone had been in his pocket. Evan gasped in pain as he pulled his cell phone out. He cringed when he saw the blood that was all over his phone.
Evan quickly scrolled down his caller id and waited until it landed on Hank's number. He hit call and waited as it rang.
Hank picked up on the second ring, "Evan? What do you want? I'm with a client—"
"Hank," gasped Evan. "I can't tell if he's okay! I don't know if he's okay! I don't know what to do! You have to help me! Please, Hank! I don't what to do! What should I do?" Panic was taking over, joining in with the fear that his father was seriously injured, causing Evan to talk very fast.
"Evan, calm down," said Hank. "Who are you talking about? What is going on?"
"It's Dad," said Evan, fear flooding into his voice. "I think we were in a car crash."
"WHAT!" shouted Hank. "Evan, are you okay?"
"Um…" said Evan.
"Evan! Don't you dare lie to me!" shouted Hank. "Are. You. Hurt?"
"I'm not sure," said Evan honestly. He swallowed hard. "It hurts Hank."
"Where does it hurt?" demanded Hank.
"My leg," gasped Evan, his voice laced with pain. "My head and chest hurt a little too. But what about Dad? Hank, what should I do?" His voice was becoming more and more panicked.
"Evan, I need you to take a deep breath," said Hank. "And try to relax, okay?"
Evan nodded, "Okay. But what about Dad? He's still unconsciousness and I can't tell if he's breathing!"
"Ev," said Hank calmly, "Divya and I are on our way. We'll take care of Dad when we get there, I promise. Right now, Ev, I'm worried about you."
"I'm doing okay at the moment," said Evan. He looked over at Eddie. "Maybe I should lean over…"
"NO!" shouted Hank. "Evan, you may have a spinal cord injury. I don't want you to move, okay? Just stay still, okay?"
"But what about Dad?" Evan asked his voice cracking.
There was a momentary pause and Evan heard Hank take a deep breath, "I know how hard this must be for you, but there is nothing you can do for Dad right now. Divya and I will help him when we get there okay? Right now, I want you to stay still and try not to move."
Evan nodded. "Okay."
Divya's voice came on over the phone, "Evan, where are you?"
"We are on Highway 30," said Evan, "where it makes that big curve, you know?"
"Shocking enough, yes I do know," said Divya. "We should be there in about five minutes. The paramedics should beat us there."
"Paramedics?" asked Evan confused.
"You haven't called them?" shouted Hank. "ARE YOU CRAZY? Why haven't you called for help?"
"I called you!" argued Evan.
"Oh will you two stop?" Divya said. "Jeez, you guys give me such a headache with all your fighting. I'll call the paramedics and have them meet us there."
"Okay," said Evan. "What do you want me to do?"
"Nothing!" said Hank. "Just hang tight, Divya and I are almost there. How are you doing?"
"I'm fine," said Evan softly. His vision blurred and his head suddenly felt heavy. A sudden wave of nausea rode up on him and Evan groaned.
"Evan? EVAN!" shouted Hank. Evan blinked.
"What?" he mumbled.
"Evan! Talk to me Evan!" Hank called out, sounded panicked.
"About what?" mumbled Evan.
"Anything," begged Hank. "Tell me what happened."
"Dad took me golfing," said Evan. "I still suck at golf. Why do I still suck at golf? I mean, I practice all the time but I never seem to get any better."
Hank chuckled. "I keep telling you that you need to give up golf, Ev. Then what happened?"
Evan frowned, "Dad was driving, I think. Well, I assume so because he's in the driver's seat."
"Dad caused the accident?" said Hank. Evan could hear the anger in his voice.
"I'm not…" Evan started. He tried to focus on the memory but it was slipping away from him. He panicked. "Oh God Hank, I can't remember! I can't remember what happened!"
"Evan," said Hank slowly. "Just calm down. Temporary amnesia is common with head trauma. Did you hit your head?"
Evan nodded then groaned as the movement caused him serve pain.
"Evan! EVAN!" Hank screamed through the phone, "What happened? Are you all right?"
"Sorry," said Evan. "I'm okay. My head just hurts a little. I think I hit it on the window or the airbag, I'm not really sure." He chuckled, "You know I failed shop class."
"I know," said Hank, "so the airbag deployed then? That's good. Were you wearing your seatbelt?"
"Yes, Mom," said Evan, he rolled his eyes. There was a pause on the phone, "Hank, are you there? Hank?"
"Evan! EVAN!" Evan hears Hank's voice and looks around for him. After a few seconds, he sees Hank and Divya sliding down the bank into the ditch towards the car. Divya went around to the driver's side while Hank was by Evan's door.
"Hank," said Evan. "I'm glad you're here." Evan paused. His head was spinning, "I think I am going to pass out now."
In the back of his mind, he heard Hank shout something and Divya was yelling but it was so easy just to slip away from the pain into the darkness.
Another cliff hanger, I know. Horrible for the reader. Fun for the writer.
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