username: kicks
name: gabriel jacob martinez | goes by gabe or jacob
gender: male
element: none
song:
battlefields - misun (i hope this counts :0)
why are they blue?:
i turned to face mason who was sitting sitting next to me.
"haha, yeah did yo-"
i was cut short by a gasp and i spun around to face the road. out of seemingly nowhere, a large deer had jumped in front of the road. i grabbed the steering wheel and spun it to the side, but it wasn't fast enough. the deer went down as we collided and the little car was sent spinning into a ditch.
my mind raced. a sharp pain in my leg was becoming increasingly obvious, the deer was most likely dead, and the car was definitely not coming out of that ditch on its own. but none of that mattered.
mason was sprawled out, half on the seat, half on the dashboard. his arm was twisted back and was bleeding from a wound where the seatbelt had cut through. his eyes were closed and his nose was bleeding.
"speak to me!" i yelped, shaking the other goblin gator. i placed my paw against his chest and a shallow breath escaped my lips when i felt a beat. he was alive.
there was not a second to waste. i grabbed my cellphone, which had slid to the floorboard.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"i need an ambulance, please. there's been a car accident and my friend is hurt."
"i see. do you know where you are?"
"let me check the gps."
i tried to stay calm as i answered what felt like way too many questions. i constantly checked on mason to make sure he was still breathing.
ten long minutes later, the whine of a siren and flashing lights announced the arrival of the paramedics. there were voices in the dark, and then the door opened.
"sir, can you step out?"
i obeyed, watching carefully as they looked over my friend.
the one thing i overheard before the ambulance screeched away was, "the arm is infected and may need to be amputated."
then i climbed into one of the police cars, the driver of which had offered to take me home.
it's been a week since the accident.
i've visited mason everyday. he's getting better. but one thing will never be the same. his arm is gone.
no matter how many times i'm told "the past is in the past" or "get over it" i know i won't forgive myself. i really messed up bad.
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sorry if this is too violent for cs!! i'll edit it if it is
also, mason is not a real gg. i just needed a name for the story.
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