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Meltdown
"Let the boy sleep he's tired." I mutter.
Brave has been through a lot and he's probably trying to get some rest.
"Uh, Brave wake up! Wake up! Please wake up!" My other half sobs.
Wake up. Truck. Rain. Bright lights. No. Oh no. I tilt my head. Brave's, oh.
"Listen to me very carefully Dragan. Do not try to move Brave. The sirens are the police not an ambulance." I cough.
"But he'll die!" Dragan reasons.
"Dragan if you move him you may remove the metal and then he will bleed to death."
Dragan holds back tears and nods.
"It's not that bad." I mention.
"You're right. It's harder for us to die isn't it?" Dragan whimpers.
"Not exactly right. Each one of us has our own death prevention system. You are Godly durable, Brave has a healing factor and I have The Sight. If Brave can live past this he will be able to heal, albeit not as fast as you see in movies. I should have seen this coming. Why didn't I see it?"
"I don't know, is there anything I should do?"
"Yes, one don't panic again, two face the fact that he might die, three make sure no one moves Brave, four see who's in the truck and five don't die."
"Four of those are common sense you stupid fuck."
"Insulting me in a time like this?"
"I'm trying to not panic! Insulting you is the easiest way."
"You need to stop talking and just do what I say."
"Fine."
Dragan shuffles over to the truck. Grand. Now where am I bleeding? Can I move my hands? I can not move my hands. Can I move my legs? I can not move my legs? Where is the steering wheel? I look down. The steering wheel is in my chest. Alright. The steering wheel is in my chest. That explains why it's getting harder to breathe. I will move to the side. My chest hurts. I have broken a rib. Alright.
"The guy in here's alright!" Dragan calls.
Grand. I would die if I had killed someone. Die? Bad choice of words. One of my arms is rather loose. I move it upwards. And the arm is bruised but not bleeding. Alright. That's alright. It's all alright. I touch my forehead. I am not bleeding there. Is my chest bleeding? Yes my chest is bleeding. As a rib is broken it could have punctured a vital organ. Problematic but irrelevant right now. Dragan's back.
"Check Brave." I choke.
I hear a sharp crack.
"No, speak to him." I correct.
"Brave are you awake?" Dragan asks.
"Ya." Brave gurgles.
"It's not that bad, walk it off." Dragan growls.
When he gets scared he panics and then he gets angry. Alright.
"He can not." I mention.
Dragan growls again.
"How much blood is on his face?" I question.
"Uh, a lot."
"Where is it?"
"Mostly his chin and cheeks."
"He's coughing it up. Or rather hemorrhaging. What colour is it?"
"Some of it's red and some of it's brownish."
"Ah. Some of it is from his sinuses and the other from his stomach. This is bad. There is nothing you can do. Has anyone called one, one, nine?"
"I don't know."
"Ask."
"Has anyone called one, one, nine?" Dragan shouts.
"I have." Someone speaks.
"Hey aren't you security?" Dragan asks.
"I am. My name is Kazama and I'm here for the man in the truck. He's an escapee from a prison." Kazama makes known.
"This guy's a criminal?" Dragan seeks to reaffirm.
"Yes." Kazama repeats.
"Dragan make sure Brave isn't going unconscious." I command.
"Alright."
I tilt my head to look at Brave again. He's alright. Alright. Time to worry about myself. Can I move a leg? No. They are both pinned. Alright. I could wiggle free maybe? If necessary. Otherwise movement is bad.
"He's alright passed out!" Dragan cries.
"Calm down. Make sure he doesn't choke on his own tongue."
"Choke on his tongue?"
"Yes. When people fall unconscious their tongue sometimes rolls back into their head. After a while their soft palette and their tongue relax allowing the tongue to block the airways."
"What if he does?"
"You reach it and you pull it back."
Everything will be fine. Everything will be fine. Everything will be fine.
"Harald?"
"Yes?"
"Are you okay?"
Am I okay? Am I okay? Brave's the problematic one. He's seriously injured. I feel fine. I feel fine. I think.
"Yes, yes, I think."
"Let me look at you."
"No! Watch Brave."
"But Hara-"
"Don't disobey an order!"
Dragan growls. Dragan is always so angry. Sometimes I think he can not be truly happy. After all even his smiles are laced with popping veins and clenched fists. I think I pity that and envy that. It's better to be angry than to be sad I know this. Yet I feel the sting of sadness more often than I ought. Dragan never seems to feel sad though. I'm so proud.
"An explosion happened in the city! I'm sorry but most of the emergency services were diverted there." Kazama explains.
"So the ambulance won't get here?" Dragan snarls.
"I'm afraid not. I could take him in my car but you'd have to be with him and so would your friend because I don't have anybody with me with medical knowledge." Kazama informs.
"It's no problem!" Dragan screams.
"Uh okay, I'll help you pull them out." Kazama mutters.
"Do not move Brave too fast." I inform.
A crack and a wiggle and a blergh and a drip and a drip.
"What did you do?" I question.
"We made the hole bigger!" Dragan cries.
"You fools. Quickly get him to the hospital." I nearly shriek.
"The nearest is a good half hour away, probably longer with the traffic influx." Kazama explains.
"Pick one off the traffic routes!" I do shriek.
"That one's an hour away!" Kazama shrieks back.
"Then speed!" I demand.
Dragan starts bending the metal so I can escape.
"This is a feat even for you." I bring up.
"Not now Harald." Dragan growls.
He breaks me out and carries me over his shoulder. Dragan sets me down in the back seat. He sits beside me and allows my head to lie against his shoulder.
"Dragan are you okay?" I ask.
His bones and his skin are tough but I am not sure that his internal organs and blood vessels are.
"Yeah Harald. I feel like I'm going to puke but I'm perfectly fine."
"I am glad." I manage to spit out.
The toll of my injuries is hitting me. It will be alright though. I will not die so easy. The roar of the motor is soothing. I will sleep for a little while.
"Dragan I am tired. No I am not dying. I am only tired. Please wake me up if something happens."
"I will alright? You deserve a nap. You only have bruises and the broken rib so you should be fine.
"Are you sure you are alright?" I yawn.
"Yes." Dragan smiles.
"Please always be alright." I whine.
I will sleep. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In Out. The roar of the motor is soothing. It'll be alright. In. Out. Out. Out. Out. In.