Who: Marley Blair and Caleb Locke What: An accident When: Late night, March 4th Rating: R for language Status: Closed/In-Progress
It was raining, it was dark, and it was late. The bar had just closed, and she'd just texted Caleb she was on her way over. Half the time he was asleep if she was closing, but still. She texted just in case, and more for him than for herself. Normally she as at his house pretty quickly after that, unless she had to run home for something first.
She didn't have to run home for anything, but she didn't get to his house.
The car came out of nowhere - or at least, it seemed like it did. One second she was riding down the road, trying to ignore the rain soaking its way through her jeans, and the next, she was on the ground, across the street, with her bike on top of her and the sound of tires screeching in her ears. She didn't know what happened, at first. Obviously she was on the ground. Her head was spinning, but her helmet had kept it safe. All she could do was lay there for a few moments and try to figure out what was going on. By the time she could gather herself enough to try to sit up, someone had their hand on her shoulder and was telling her to stay where she was. She might be hurt. She might do more damage that way.
Then someone was calling 911. Someone else, maybe a couple of someones, were pulling her bike off of her. Another someone was sprinting down the street after the car that had hit her. One of them lifted the visor on her helmet so she could talk to them more. Aside from the sheer confusion of having crashed, she was coherent, and lucid, and holy hell was she in a lot of pain. But she got someone to call Caleb, and kept asking someone else to just knock her the fuck out until she got to the hospital, and by the time the EMTs got there every other word out of her mouth was "fuck" and it was clear that whatever injuries she'd suffered weren't life-threatening.
Things just got worse when they got to the hospital. A motorcycle accident meant road rash. It meant broken bones (in her case, one). It meant having so many tests done before they'd give her morphine. It meant way too many doctors being condescending and she was so fucking done with all of it the second she got there. She was as compliant as she could be, though, considering she needed these people to take care of her, and they were just doing their damn jobs.