Re: Jules & Sera
The sound jerked her awake and Jules blinked rapidly, finding herself back on the bus floor, looking up at Sera who was kneeling over her. Eyes wide, Jules stared at her friend, half expecting her to morph into whatever she had just seen. It was noisy, the bus full of frantic voices. It took Jules another moment to breathe, and she swallowed hard, carefully pushing herself up. Her wrist screamed with pain when she put weight on it, and Jules hissed sharply. Her whole body hurt, and her head was throbbing. "Are you okay?" she managed, remembering the window shattering above the girl's head. She could see some glass shimmering in Sera's hair.
Sera looked at her bare arms, which were oozing blood from at least eight or ten cuts-- unfortunately for her, she’d crammed her jacket beneath her seat because she’d gotten warm on the bus-- and blinked, then glanced back at Jules. “I think so,” she said, her voice low, although hopefully she was close enough for Jules to hear her. At least one person was screaming their lungs out, and she hitched in a breath, trying to decide if she smelled gasoline. She couldn’t decide… not that there was much she could do about it if she did, anyway. “Are you?” She thought that maybe her friend had actually been knocked out; she’d looked completely out of it.
Sera was definitely bleeding, but blood wasn't gushing or anything, so hopefully she wouldn't need any stitches. Jules propped her back against the nearest seat, glancing down the bus aisle to see people moving. The screaming, of course it was Victoria, was like a dagger in her temple. Jules brought her unhurt hand up to touch gingerly at her temple, and she could already feel a knot or something forming there. "I'm okay," Jules managed, though she was starting to feel pretty queasy. Everything ached and she could swear she still felt those sharp fingernails against her cheek. The bus driver up front was groaning a bit, but he was moving, which was a good sign. That would seriously suck if the guy had died, given that he'd taken most of the hit. Somewhere in the distance she thought she heard sirens, but Jules couldn't tell if it was real or just the ringing in her ears. "I lost my phone," she mumbled, looking around but unable to see much of anything in the dark. "Should we try to get the door open?" The front of the bus looked pretty fucked up, and the front doors looked a bit bent in from where the bus had hit the ditch.
Sera wished for something to stuff into her ears because the screaming was very shrill, but she tried to tune it out. One thing at a time, one issue at a time. She was also wondering if they should get out of the bus and also if Jules should move at all. They’d had a section on First Aid in health class one time, and she couldn’t remember if there were any specific rules about what to do if someone passed out for a few seconds. “I don’t know,” she said, absently reaching to pat her back pocket where her phone had been. It was still there, at least. “Do you think it’s okay for you to move around?” It was so dark and chaotic that she couldn’t tell what everyone was actually doing or if any doors were open yet.
"Yeah, I'm fine. My wrist fucking hurts, but that's the worst of it," Jules said, cringing at the shrieks. It couldn't that bad, but Victoria was a drama queen. Jules could be too, but damn. She heard noise at the back of the bus and craned her neck to see the back emergency door get pulled open. Thank god. She exhaled sharply at the pain throbbing in her temple and she looked over at Sera, leaning in once Victoria finally stopped screaming. "Don't tell anyone I passed out, okay?" she whispered. "Promise." Jules had a feeling she had a concussion and would have to get checked out, but if they knew she blacked out, she might have to stay at Mercy and she didn't want that.