Re: Sebastian and Greg
“Help me up on the seat,” Sebastian said, reaching out his hand for Greg. Normally it wouldn’t be an issue, but he was feeling dizzy and a little bit off. Like he might vomit. “Okay. Talking is good.” It was the screaming that concerned him. Though anyone with that much lung capacity had to be fine. It was the people making no noise at all that they should probably be worried about. “I hit my head. And… my leg? And my face?” he almost laughed. It wasn’t funny, but it was easier to find amusement in the situation than to freak out completely. “It hurts, but… I think I’m okay.”
Greg was barely in shape to be helping him up but acting dumb when he was hurt was kind of his M.O. He offered Sebastian his hand and groaned quietly at the wrongness of the weight as he pulled him up. "Jesus Christ, can we quit with the screaming?" he whispered and he was pretty sure it was Victoria and she probably wasn't even hurt. "Do you want me to go see if I can find Jules?" he muttered because his mind always assumed he was physically capable of everything, even when he might not be.
It hurt like a bitch to move, but Sebastian felt so much better once he was back up on the seat. Once there, he could tell that the bus was for sure at an angle, it’s nose pointed down and it’s tail in the air. Not a steep one, but enough that it set him off balance. Or maybe that was his head. The ringing in his ears didn’t seem to be stopping and the screaming... “Yes--No, no, it’s not safe,” he said, immediately changing his mind before he could send Greg off into the darkness. “We should call 911. And-- And get off the bus maybe. From the back? I dunno. Fuck, my head hurts.”
"I don't have my phone," Greg muttered. "It went flying somewhere." There had to be a phone somewhere underneath all their crap, but he had a feeling it would take a while to find one and while his mind was willing, he wasn't feeling too steady. The thought of getting off the bus was daunting for reasons he couldn't explain. He had no idea where they were and there had been a lot of weird animal attacks lately, people going missing. He did not want to be a goddamn statistic. "Sit tight," he said. “I'll try and find a phone."
“Mine too,” Sebastian said, trying to look for it in the darkness, but his vision was blurry. He sat back down on the seat. “I can hear it. It’s still playing music. I dropped it when we crashed.” It was weird to say, but that was clearly what must have happened. They’d crashed, but into what? How? It didn’t matter. When Greg went to move, Sebastian tensed up, something his body liked even less than usual. “Be careful!” he called, not all that sure he wanted Greg to leave him. It felt like things were only okay because they were together and it all might fall apart if he left.
"I'll follow the music," Greg said. "And bring it right back to you." He sounded like he knew what the hell he was doing, but he didn't and that soon became pretty clear as he started moving over the pile of bags to get closer to the muffled music. He checked up on some of the kids who were sitting close to them and instead of Sebastian's phone he got the phone from one of the cheerleaders, Lena, and dialled 9-1-1. Maybe someone else had already called, but that wasn't really a risk he wanted to take. After that he was torn between going back to Sebastian or staying with Lena who had hurt her arm and was crying. She had a friend with her though so Greg told her that help would be there soon and just hang tight. He could hear Jules up there somewhere but it was becoming a chore to move so much so he returned to his seat and sat down stiffly across from Sebastian. "We should wait in here," he whispered. "I don't think the bus is gonna move or anything."