Re: Sebastian and Greg
“That sounds like it should be a song lyric,” Sebastian said, though his amusement was a little bit concerning. He was feeling loopy. And dizzy. And sick. And his vision was blurry. And that damn ringing! Put it all together and he was almost positive he had a concussion. Not that being delirious was a sign. That was more likely panic. Brilliant. It felt like Greg was gone forever and in that time he became more and more aware of the walls around him, closing in slowly, pulling the air from his lungs. He looked up at Greg, knuckles white where they gripped the sides of the seat. “How long?” he asked, slightly breathless. He was trying not to think about it, but the more he tried not to, the more his mind grabbed hold of the concept. “We’re trapped, aren’t we?”
It took Greg a moment to understand what he meant because obviously they weren't trapped. The bus hadn't flipped over or anything, the cops were on their way... But then he remembered and only because of the obviously panicked expression on Sebastian's face. "No," he said quickly. "We're not trapped, Bash. We're safe." Of course Sebastian would have a damn panic attack because of his claustrophobia, perfect timing. The last thing Greg wanted to do was leave the bus in the middle of the dark nowhere. "See? There's a window right above us."
Sebastian closed his eyes and nodded, trying to slow his breathing if he could. He wanted off the bus, off the bus, off the bus now and he knew it wasn’t reasonable. He’d never had a problem with buses before, but logic had nothing to do with the way his brain grabbed ahold of a concept and twisted it into fear. “Can we open it? I need to open it,” he said, reaching for the little locks that held it up and trying to slide it down. In his growing panic, it wasn’t moving the way he thought it should, and his attempts quickly became frantic. “Open the damn window,” he snapped, mostly at himself. He could do this. He had to do this, otherwise things were going to become a whole lot worse.
Greg did not want to reach up there, his neck hurt and he felt dizzy but Sebastian was lowkey freaking out so he reached up next to him and swatted his hand away. "Let me try," he muttered and while his vision was blurry he was a great deal calmer than Sebastian so his effort wasn't wasted. The window opened after a little bit of fumbling around and the cool wind swept inside. "See? We're okay. If the doors are jammed we just climb out here." He sat down again because his equilibrium was not okay and he felt stupidly tired. "We're okay, Bash."
Cold air hit Sebastian’s face and he took a gasping breath, clambering closer to the window as soon as Greg was out of the way. His hands held tight to the frame, leaning into it as if it was his only source of air. He could fit out that hole if he needed to. Sebastian closed his eyes and leaned against the metal frame. “Thank you,” he said softly. “You’re the best, Wheels.” His heart was still racing, but the sudden, desperate need to escape had diminished slightly. He wasn’t trapped. There was an exit. Which brought all other issues back into focus-- his bleeding, throbbing head, the ringing in his ears, the pain… “I think I have a concussion,” he told Greg, looking over at him, then frowning. “You don’t look so good yourself.”
"Yup, definitely a concussion here too," Greg muttered. "You are very, very blurry." He felt weirdly calm, all things considered, but in that way where he knew it would kick in later, when he knew if everyone was safe or not. "Are you still bleeding?" It was cold now with the window open and he was pretty sure his jacket was still on the seat since he'd been sitting on it, but some small part of him didn't want to get blood on it and his arm was still a mess. At least the screaming had stopped so thank God for whoever had managed to get Victoria to shut up.