Re: Sebastian and Greg
Sebastian nodded, but that was a bad idea, making the throbbing just that much worse. This was way worse than a hangover. He felt like he’d been hit by a truck. He supposed, in a way, he had been. “I think they have to. Liability and all that. Responsibility to keep us safe. The coaches will probably do it, once they get things in order. Or they should.” It wasn’t that he wanted them to-- his mom would fret and his dad… he honestly had no idea what his dad would do-- but he knew it would happen.
The paramedics came in from the back too, along with a firefighter Greg recognized. Jesus, did they bring everyone? When they were sure he and Sebastian were okay for now they moved and Greg watched with a frown as they tossed some of the bags into empty seats to make room. He felt stupid for not doing that sooner and had to remind himself he really wasn't in any shape to be acting like he was a part of the rescue crew. Looking up he spotted one of the cops - Deputy Gaines - come too, but he stopped next to Greg and Sebastian instead of going farther.
"Can you boys move alright?" he asked with obvious concern and Greg almost told Sebastian this was one of the gay cops before he caught himself and remembered this was not a thing to blurt out under any circumstances.
"Let's get you out of here," Gaines added with a quick glance down the length of the bus before offering his hand out, first to Sebastian. Greg guessed it was because he looked worse but then he hadn't exactly checked the mirror lately.
Sebastian watched as the bags got moved, trying to see if he could spot his phone, but it had long since stopped playing music and trying to focus on the movement made him dizzy. He looked up at the deputy and started to nod before he thought better of it. “Yeah, kinda,” he answered, not wanting to oversell their abilities at the moment. Moving really shouldn’t be a challenge, but he wasn’t feeling super confident about anything. He took the offered hand, then steadied himself once he found his feet. Sitting still had been the way to go. “Shit,” he muttered, then swallowed hard before slowly heading towards the back of the bus.
Greg was barely aware of how they got outside but there they were and the cop being led to the ambulance. It was probably weird that he'd felt better before the cops had gotten there, like it was just a silly mishap and not an actual serious event. Now unease was really settling in and he just wanted it all to be over so he could stop fretting about who was hurt and fall asleep instead. He took some comfort in the fact that Sebastian was right there and walking on his own so his injuries couldn't be too bad, could they? Greg wanted to talk to him some more but there were adults and there was some triage thing going on so once they got off the bus they were separated even if they were still close to one another. He gave Sebastian a wary look once he was sitting down, then went through the motions of answering questions and having his pupils checked.
While he’d been okay on the bus, Sebastian was glad to be off it, though that did create a whole new host of anxieties. From the outside, he could see the way the bus was pitched up in the air, it’s nose in a ditch. He knew from the climb out, but it was different to see it. There was also the truck, the front smashed in, that had hit the bus. A part of him wanted to ask questions, to understand what had happened and if everyone was okay, but if the answer was that no, someone had died… he didn’t think he could handle that. He didn’t need death on his mind. He walked with Greg to the ambulance and let the paramedic check him over, not at all surprised by their diagnosis. They didn’t think he needed stitches for the head wound, but he definitely had a concussion. But with so many kids to check, he was going to have to wait. Sitting next to Greg, he leaned into him a little, just glad to be near his friend. “We’re alive,” he said softly. That was the positive and he was going to cling to it.