rrraquel (rrraquel) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2011-02-21 02:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | raquel, rocky |
Friday 17th October
Who: Rocky.
Where: City of Boston
When: 09:48 on Friday morning, just before the hearing.
What: Rocky gets into a spot of bother....
James was so nervous that Rocky closed the phone she noticed her hands were shaking. Anxious as hell as she fidgeted in the back seat. She’d dressed nice and got herself all ready but it appeared that she hadn’t planned on being in the slowest car ever. Soon as they’d made it onto open road Rocky had realised the company had apparently booked Mr Safety 2008 who seemed to want to drive cautiously. The taxi driver could go freaking faster than 30 mph, there wasn’t any traffic, come on! Apparently her brother had infected her with his impatience. Time was passing quickly and she kept looking at her watch until they reached the city. With a great huff she leant back in her seat, groaning as she raised hand to wipe her face.
“How long til the court house please?”
“It’s not far.”
This wasn’t gonna cut it because if he kept going at this speed, despite all her planning and keeping time Rocky was going to miss the most important date of Devon’s life so far. Desperate to get there as quickly as possible Rocky leant forward and went to speak as the driver cut onto a crossroads – a low rumble sparked Rocky’s instinctive alarm and she turned her head to the right....
It was over in seconds. The oncoming bus ploughed into the side of the taxi, sending it skidding into the waiting traffic on the opposite side. As the vehicles spun, metal crushed together and the bus continued to squash the Taxi like it was a cardboard box up against the line of cars, forcing them sideways into the barriers. The pile up intensified though the bus slowed down, horns blaring and witnesses shrieking in shock. The din didn’t die down until the bus came to a stop, the wreckage it had created putting a halt to its progress, the taxi Rocky had occupied barely recognisable. Steam rose from beneath the hoods of cars, shards of the windscreens continued to break and shatter.
For Rocky, everything was quiet.
The reporters were quick to pick it up on the news channels ---
“An out of control bus created havoc in the centre of Boston this morning as the driver suffered a heart attack at the wheel. 58 year old Paul Sanchez was stricken ill at the red light of a crossroads, ploughing into waiting and oncoming traffic. The accident has been described as a disaster zone in the middle of the city, with many injured and some reported fatalities. All casualties are being taken to Massachusetts General Hospital for treatment. Liam Boyd is at the scene.”
There were weird sounds, sirens and chatter. Rocky heard some sort of machine as her eyelids fluttered open. Her vision was fuzzy. One moment she felt a cool breeze the next she saw bright, florescent light and white clothes. Something was being held over her face. Things faded, images blended one to the other. Her body was numb then it was searing with pain. There was a shout from her right – a beeping sound increased loudly as Rocky fell into nothing.