Chapter 136 136
Chapter 136 136
EVA
He pressed the gas and the car surged forward, weaving through traffic and taking sharp turns. I gripped the door handle, my heart pounding in my ears. The car swerved again, and I held on, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios.
How do I end up in situations like this over and over again.
We stopped at a traffic light and I leaned forward. "Take left at the next turn."
And he did, the car swerving into a side street, but the sedan followed. He took another turn and another, trying to shake them, but when I looked back the sedan was there, close, relentless.
I can't even see the driver's face from here, all I see was just a shadow behind the windshield.
We suddenly stopped with a screech, I jerked forward, hitting my head on his seat.
“What the–What happened?!” I lifted my head up and made sure I wasn’t bleeding before glancing at him and the chaos before us.
Atruck was blocking both lanes of the road, the cargo spilling out front it and water streaming across the pavement, it was tilting dangerously to one side like it almost fell and likely would if the wind picked up. I stared at the scene, my blood running cold.
"Turn around, we-we can take the other lane back.”
“That's driving over the–”
I cut his panicked voice short. “I don't care if the car have to grow wings. If whoever that is gets to us, I assure you whatever they do to me, they'll do to you..."
I didn't even have time to finish the sentence, when he threw the car into reverse, the engine roaring as the tires screeched against the wet pavement, but then then was a sudden blinding flash of headlights, the sound of metal crumpling like paper, and my body being thrown sideways like a ragdoll.
Hitting the car, over and over and over until I could no longer feel the cracking pain traveling up my sides to my head.
What-what is, what is happening?
My head slammed again against the window and for a second everything went white, just white, nothing else.
Slowly a hit feeling spread up my arm to by back, my shoulders, my neck and to my skull like wildfire, buzzing and making my vision blur with both pain and tears.
I cried out but all I could hear was the buzz and the faint sound of my voice. I bit down on the metallic taste coating my tongue. I tried to lift my hand to my face but my arm wouldn't move.
I tried to open my eyes but my lids were too heavy. Or they were open, because all I could see where still white nothing else.
Am I…dead?
What happened?
I felt my body being tossed around, the seatbelt digging farther into my chest, the glass shattering around me like a storm, and hinges, the killing , repeated squeak of hinges.
Then there was a low groan from who I assumed is the driver. The guttural sound made my stomach twist.
Voices. Distant, muffled, like they were coming from underwater panicked footsteps, shouting, the crunch of glass under someone's, and my hurting back on a hard surface.
Where am I? I try to gjace around but no matter what I do my head wouldn't move. I tried to focus, tried to make out the shapes hovering above me, but everything was blurry, a smear of whitw and shadows. I could feel hands on me.
“I–”
I tried to tell them I was okay but the words wasn't even coming out. My throat was burning. I choked out, I the thick warm liquid pooling in my mouth, and spilling down my chin. I couldn't tell if I was bleeding or if that was water.
My body was numb, heavy, and no matter how hard I tried to move it, it wouldn't move.
"Miss? Miss, can you hear me?"
Another voice reached my earsz buzzing as they did and it took me a long time to understand what they meant.
I tried to speak but all that came out was a choked sound, like there was something in my throat that wouldn't go down. But I can see the blurry outline of a face above me, a man in a uniform, his mouth moving, but the words were garbled, distant I could only blink, hoping he would understand. If that even worked.
"Stay with me. Help is on the way."
I stared at nothing in particular, feeling heavily below me, and line of cold liquid running down my face.
Soon, the sound of sire a followed, they were distant at first, then growing louder, closer. Doors open, footsteps rushing toward me. Hands on my body, lifting me, moving me. Only then did my vision start to clear up a bit. The ceiling of the ambulance was blinding and I squeezed my eyes shut and everything went dark.
—
I woke to the sound of my phone ringing.
It was faint at first distant, like it was coming from somewhere far away. I tried to reach for it but my arm wouldn't move. I tried to turn my head but my neck was still stiff. I could hear the muffled sound of voices outside, footsteps, the beeping of machines. I blinked, my vision blurry and unfocused.
White ceiling, white walls, the smell of antiseptic. I tried to remember how I got here. I remembered the driver's face in the rearview mirror, his eyes wide with fear. I remembered the impact, nothing else and then I remembered a bright lights, voices. But I couldn't remember anything after that.
My phone rang again. I wanted to answer it. I needed to answer it. What if it was the hospital?
What if it was about Lily?
What if something went wrong? Panic rose in my chest as I tried again to move my arm but it was like my body wasn't listening. My fingers twitched, but that was it. I couldn't lift my arm. I couldn't even reach for the phone.
I could only lie there, trapped, listening to the sound of it buzzing against the table beside my bed.
I tried to move my toes but nothing happened. I tried to wiggle my fingers but they barely responded. I felt a wave of suffocating panic wash over me, again. I can't breathe. I can't move.
I-I can't do anything.
Please, help.
Please.
My phone buzzed again, and I felt a fresh wave of panic. I had to answer it. I had to know what was happening. I forced my voice louder, forcing the words out.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" The words came out garbled, barely audible. I swallowed hard and tried again, but my throat was too dr. I could feel tears sliding down my cheeks, hot
The door suddenly creaked open, and I heard footsteps. A nurse soon appeared above me, her face concerned. "Ms. Bishop? Can you hear me?"
I blinked, hoping she would understand. I tried to speak but no words came. My throat was burning and I was beginning to taste blood again, metallic and thick. The nurse turned and said something to someone outside, and then there were more loud and angry footsteps.
I could only lie there, listening, and waiting for someone to tell me what was going on.
"Call her emergency contact," someone said. "Get me the chart. We need to run more tests."