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She nodded with a soft smile |
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I dug through my memories before remembering that I too, had been one of the drivers in those cars. ... Just not the one currently getting launched through the air. |
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"I love you" She said, kissing his cheek and laying on the bed |
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"Babe," I breathed, watching as smoke started billowing from the wreckage. "You should probably call 911." |
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"What?" She asked, confused before seeing the crash. "Holy shit..." She muttered, dialing 911 and explaining to them |
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"Okay, we have the address and are sending help now." I raised a brow, how would they know where the wreck was if it's literally in the middle of nowhere. Lightbulb. I stood, glancing back at Rose. "I'm gonna go help them get to the wreck, the only address they have is ours, you can't see it from the road. Despite the rest of her words I started downstairs, slipping on some shoes and grabbing my keys before walking into the garage, darting over to my Kawasaki, turning the keys and starting the bike's igniition, pulling out before speeding down onto the road. Flashing red and blue caught my eye, waiting on the ambulance to get near before waving them to follow me, driving off to the wreck. |
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Rose didn't know whether or not to follow so she texted. Do you need me? Should I come help? |
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My phone vibrated in my pocket, no doubt a text from Rose. Yet even still knowing the fact, I ignored it, continuing to lead the vehicle to the wreck as I turned a corner, smoke visible as I got out of the way, letting the ambulance go and help the two. I grabbed my phone from my pocket, clicking on her text and replying. -No, i'm heading back now, ambulance will take care of everything.- Putting my phone up, I turned back and started driving back home. -Shit, pulled one of those damned stitches- I thought, cursing under my breath as I stopped, retying it before continuing the drive home. |
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Rose was waiting, pacing, at the garage's front door as she waited for him |
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I pulled in, turning off the ignition as I stepped off, raking a hand through my hair. |
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Bright Sunshine with a few High Clouds
