Re: Sebastian and Greg
“Shit,” Sebastian muttered, resting his forehead against the glass. “Sorry, man. I should’ve… You didn’t need to be running around.” Neither of them did. They needed to sit tight and wait for help to arrive, which was hard because he really wanted to be helping people. He just wasn’t sure he could magic it without falling over or getting sick. At least he wasn’t trying to crawl out the window now. If Greg hadn’t opened it for him, things could have been a whole lot worse. “A little,” he said, reaching back to touch the back of his head. “It’s not bad though. Just… probably a little cut.”
The door behind them opened and one of the coaches from the other bus came clambering in, steadying himself against the seats as he looked around frantically. "You boys okay?" he asked hurriedly, immediately kneeling in front of Sebastian because he looked worse for wear with the obvious blood on his jacket. "Help is on the way."
Greg was honestly relieved to see him, even if it wasn't even a guy he normally liked. There was an adult there and he could relax a little. The only downside to that was that he suddenly did feel like a seventeen year old boy who had just been in a bus crash.
Sebastian visibly relaxed once the door was open, as if having a way to escape the bus was really all he needed, not a couple of stitches. It really wasn’t the biggest emergency in his mind, and there were probably other people that needed it more. “We’re okay,” he said, looking over to Greg, then back to the coach. “Not great, but not--not bad. Maybe check on the others? We hit our heads, but we can wait.”
"If you think you can move, you can head on over to the other bus," coach said and looked them over once more with a worried look. "If you're not sure, stay right here." He used the seats as leverage to heave himself over the pile of bags, hurrying to check on the others, leaving Greg and Sebastian in the back.
"You wanna go?" Greg asked quietly and he knew that no matter how much he wanted to stick around and help, he was pretty useless in his current condition. "I don't care either way. No actually... I think I just wanna sit here for another minute, if that's okay."
Sebastian considered it, wishing he could say yes, but the truth of the matter was that he wasn’t quite stable enough to climb out the back and make it to the ground on his feet. If Greg was in the same condition he was, he didn’t know how he’d even managed to stand as long as he had. “I do, but… if it’s not an emergency, sitting is good. Let everyone else go first.” He liked that better, like he was being helpful. If things had been worse, he liked to think he’d be helping more and just push through the pain, but since they weren’t, he was just going to sit a bit.
Greg felt himself relax a little at Sebastian's answer. He would have pushed through because he did not want to look weak. He'd much rather sit there though and he finally moved around a little stiffly to find his letter jacket to at least cover his shoulders. Getting the jacket there was equally tricky and he did so slowly before leaning heavily against the back of the seat he was currently sitting sideways in. "Hey dude," he said with a little smile. "We're alive." That was cool, that was a good reason not to have a full blown meltdown.
“Yeah,” Sebastian sighed, slumping down in his seat. The adrenaline was finally starting to subside, leaving him exhausted, especially after the football game. He wanted to pile into a car, go home, and crawl in bed. “They’re not gonna let us sleep tonight, are they?” he asked with frown. That shouldn’t be his biggest worry, but he was hoping to be well rested for his date tomorrow. Now he might fall asleep on Hunter. It occurred to him that he probably needed to get his priorities in order. “Sorry for freaking out on you.”