Meredith Barnes -- Buttercup (punch_it_dead) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-03-17 21:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | buttercup |
Who: Mere
What: Hit and Run
Where: Seattle roads
When: 3/15 midday
Warnings: swearing, mentions of broken limbs
Mere was trying to clear his mind as he drove around the city on his motorcycle. Things weren't the same at the garage without Frankie. And while he appreciated what she'd done for him and the fact that she'd actually told him where the fuck she was going it still hurt to get left behind again. Left behind with a note. He was seriously going to be wary of getting anymore fucking notes, they all brought bad news. The garage had been the only place Mere had felt normal anymore but now it felt just as empty as everywhere else, and Mere didn't know what to do. He felt like a stranger around Poppy, Hazel was still in a coma, and Frankie was in LA. He wondered when his life had gotten so fucked up.
He was so focused on trying to forget, that Mere didn't notice the dark SUV closing in on him till they were practically on top of him. He tried to swerve out of the way and put on some speed but they seemed to determined to follow him. It all happened in a blur after that. One moment he was on his bike and the next he was sprawled across the pavement, a searing pain in his leg. His entire body hurt, and he groaned as his vision swam. He vaguely heard someone asking him if he was alright, and another saying that they called an ambulance but it was hard to pay attention when his leg was screaming at him as it was, and he realized distantly that it was probably broken. The last thing he thought before he heard the sirens from what he could only assume was the ambulance was that, fuck he was going to have to call Poppy wasn't he?