Ty awoke to a huge ruckus and ambulance sirens screeching. His head pounded and back ached, and he momentarily wondered why he woke up on a street.
He groggily stood up, taking a quick look around. The paramedics were tending to a man on a stretcher while the police secured the Wolswagen. The police tape was around the incident, and a dozen of police officers were documenting the scene.
Ty rubbed his temples, willing the growing headache to go away. Panicked, he tried recalling what happened.
He went to the shop, because Jason said they didn't have any more milk. He got some more things to make Jason the cake he promised him for doing his homework. He went back and waited for the pedestrian light to turn green. He went and then saw a blue truck rounding the corner at a much higher speed that was allowed, he was sure. His body stopped in its tracks, making him look like a deer in the headlights. He remembered how the truck came closer and closer, and then…
Nothing.
He couldn't remember what happened after that. It was blank. He tried hard to remember, but nothing came to him. Well, nothing about the incident…
He remembered leaving Jason home alone, though.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit shit shitshitshitshit, ran through his mind as he picked up the plastic bag with his groceries and sped off back home. He fished his phone, which was thankfully still there, from his pocket and unlocked ot to look at the time.
16:14, it read.
Shit, he thought. He was running late.
He broke into a sprint, dodging the people, doing his own obstacle course in the middle of the street. He only bumped into a few people, saying his 'sorries' and going on his way.
He managed to get home in record time, speeding up the stairs and unlocking the door as quick as he could.
"Jason?" he called out, listening closely to the echo of the dubstep from Jason's room. He sighed, his conscience silencing in relief, the thoughts of Jason in a puddle of blood leaving his mind. He knew he was overreacting, and he knew he was, but he couldn't keep the morbid thoughts out.
"Yeah?" came the reply from Jason's room.
"Uh… I'm back," he called, putting the groceries away, "You done with the homework?" a picture of his unfinished assignment flashed in his mind.
"Yeah!" Jason replied, already out of his room and readily standing by the kitchen door.
"Great! Sorry I took so long, uh… the line was way too long," he covered up, laughing silently.
"Are you gonna make pancakes?" Jason asked, eyes shining slightly.
"'Course I am," Ty said, chuckling at how easily he could predict his brother's decision food wise. He took out a bowl and set it onto the counter. Jason, already used to the 'pancake' routine, took out eggs and milk and handed them over to Ty, who cracked the eggs and mixed the with the milk and flour and a bit of sugar.
After stirring the batter, he heated up the pan and proceeded to make the said pancakes, all the while Jason watched him from his spot by the table.
"Show me the homework or no pancakes for you, mister," Ty said, flipping one of the pancakes.
Jason nodded, raising to his feet and hurried to his room. Ty smiled, mentally going over his earlier Math lesson. Jason came back in a flash, pushing the paper into Ty's face, so that the older brother had to push it away only to be able to see the pancake that was really close to burning at that point.
"See? Everything done!" the shorter brunet smiled widely.
"Good job, Jason," Ty praised his brother, making a stack on one of the plates. Jason wretched the plate out of Ty's hands immediately, putting it onto the table and running to the fridge to get the maple syrup. He poured a great amount onto the plate, lucky that it didn't overflow. Ty followed him soon after, his own plate, with a smaller stack though, being set next to Jason's.
The two dined together, the promised cake forgotten for a while, but Ty was pretty sure Jason would come and white about it when he came home from work.
He could live with that. With his brother's sweet tooth and with the fact that he could laugh his ass off everytime Jason got syrup on his face.
Sky watched as Ty laid by the house while the police and ambulance kicked in, securing the area and taking the victims from the cars. None of them were destined to die right then, though, and Sky was a absolutely furious about the said fact.
He wasn't an angel to hold grunge, but the thought of Ty being destined to die and then the ones who were to blame would only escape with a few cuts and bruises enraged him.
He watched as the driver of the truck, a drunkard in his late thirties, was takes by the paramedics and put on a stretcher. The driver of the Wolswagen was diagnosed with a minor concussion and taken to the hospital right away.
Sky's wings itched; all he wanted to do was fly down there and take Ty back home, but that would've been suspicious. What if the teen awoke on the way there? That would've been a disaster.
He sighed and sat down on the edge. To passerbys, he looked like a gargoyle. He chuckled slightly at the thought.
No no no, he surely wasn't a gargoyle.
And after this, he probably won't be an angel, either.