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         Blood seemed to rush in his ears, though everything else was far too silent. The silence, apart from the slight creaking of metal around them, was more than ALARMING. Immediately, the worst scenario came to the forefront of his mind, and it was with a shudder that he pushed himself up and the airbag out of his way best he was able. “Bri-Briann-…” her response came from beside him, cutting him off as he reached for her. “Thank god. I’m okay, I’m okay, don’t worry.” he murmured quickly, wiping blood out of his eyes, disoriented as it ran down from the gash on his head.

         “Are you okay? Oh god, ATTY,” his voice came out quickly, shaking as he registered the lack of sound from behind them. “Atticus.” Arms shook as he moved to unbuckle his seatbelt, shifting his weight to pull himself out of his seat and towards the carseat behind them. The car was crushed in where it had struck the pole on their son’s side, and among the metal and leather was a visible, viscous red liquid coming from the seat. Their son.        

          her head still POUNDED where it had collided with the steering wheel -            or perhaps it was the dashboard, or perhaps she had fallen to the left somehow and hit her head on jaime’s. either way, she couldn’t remember. she could only remember DRIVING, then pain … and then this. this screaming, this shouting, this worry for atticus who had been in the backseat when -          

                                        ❛ oh no. ❜      a whisper, murmured not only because of the BLOOD she saw running down jaime’s head ( and it was a thick mess, slow-moving and terrible and red ), but because she had just recalled the boy in the back. and jaime -           his yelling was HORRIBLE, and it filled her already aching head with pain, ran circles ‘round it until she could hear nothing but the scream. and then, in one quick motion, she was unstrapping herself from her seat, fingers SHAKING as they raced to unbuckle the belt, scrambling so quickly to push it away that her nails clawed at the arm of her skin.      ❛ atticus ? ❜

  ignoring all else, she shouldered her door open, LEAPING out. her fault, her fault, this was her fault !