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Thicker Than Blood
#WritcoStoryPrompt30
For a timeless moment, he was suspended within the confines of his car. Then gravity took over with a force that sent the vehicle hurtling down the face of the ravine.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." His broken apology flew down with the blood spewing from his lips... But it wasn't enough through his own foolish actions he had lost his lover. Arguing with her down the road a couple miles before seemed like a vapor of smoke that drifted from the road. Time was gone. There was no redemption from his own folly. There she lied motionless on the pavement in an increasing puddle of her own blood. Like a half turned on water faucet the puddle seemed to grow crimson and take over the slate pavement centimeter by centimeter. The argument seemed ridiculous now. Mary had never so much as looked at another man. Soon she would be completely gone. She was fading like a deer in a feild that you pass on the road. Each second took her away from him. Time seemed to slow down and speed up at the same instance. The world seemed to be in a foggy motion ever spinning around him. He had no time to really think or take the whole situation in rationally. He crawled towards his phone on the grassy patch he had landed on. Pain shot through his body and he could feel the warm mingled blood of them both sticking to him like a sweaty mud with every motion. He dialed 911 gasping for the energy and breath "One sixth of a mile from Lafayette my fiance is dying I think hurry! " he said with an squeaky unnatural anguished voice. The nightmare of the moments of the accident replayed in his mind consistently as he waited for the ambulance. He had managed to push himself again and crawled to Mary. Then he picked her up gently and held her against his body. The wetness of her blood stuck against his hands and chest as he held her. She was growing colder and colder. He felt the tears brushing past his whiskers mixed with his own blood that had dried across his face and lips. It hurt to breathe probably not just physically but he was loosing the will to keep any morsel of sanity as he looked down at Mary as motionless as an angel statue on a grave. Her beauty even still as present as ever but more and more resembling marble that motionless cold stone. If she was dying he didn't want to face another day. The last moment he remembered before he blacked out was the warm wet sensation that ran across his forehead to his nose and the strong smell of his blood.
"Tick-tock, Tick-tock, Tick-tock" was it the sound of his heart? His head was throbbing with every beat. His eyelids felt heavy and glued shut as pain shot through his head. " Do you think he will remember it? " he heard a hushed female voice say nearby. Another deeper voice responded in almost a whisper, " He very well may it's hard to tell in cases like this what the patient will remember when they wake."
Opening eyes probably was like being born gravity seemed to not want to appease the movement but eventually it gave in. His vision was blurry but came into focus with time. Mary was the first thing on his mind. He wanted to know she was safe. He saw the nurse's blonde hair framing her face like wet wheat. Next to her was the Doctor a middle-aged cleanly shaven man with short salt and pepper hair little gold glasses framed his brown eyes. Speaking seemed like the next natural thing to do but a tube blocked his ability to converse with the nurse and doctor. Frustrated a muffled moan came out.
© Isabel Page
For a timeless moment, he was suspended within the confines of his car. Then gravity took over with a force that sent the vehicle hurtling down the face of the ravine.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." His broken apology flew down with the blood spewing from his lips... But it wasn't enough through his own foolish actions he had lost his lover. Arguing with her down the road a couple miles before seemed like a vapor of smoke that drifted from the road. Time was gone. There was no redemption from his own folly. There she lied motionless on the pavement in an increasing puddle of her own blood. Like a half turned on water faucet the puddle seemed to grow crimson and take over the slate pavement centimeter by centimeter. The argument seemed ridiculous now. Mary had never so much as looked at another man. Soon she would be completely gone. She was fading like a deer in a feild that you pass on the road. Each second took her away from him. Time seemed to slow down and speed up at the same instance. The world seemed to be in a foggy motion ever spinning around him. He had no time to really think or take the whole situation in rationally. He crawled towards his phone on the grassy patch he had landed on. Pain shot through his body and he could feel the warm mingled blood of them both sticking to him like a sweaty mud with every motion. He dialed 911 gasping for the energy and breath "One sixth of a mile from Lafayette my fiance is dying I think hurry! " he said with an squeaky unnatural anguished voice. The nightmare of the moments of the accident replayed in his mind consistently as he waited for the ambulance. He had managed to push himself again and crawled to Mary. Then he picked her up gently and held her against his body. The wetness of her blood stuck against his hands and chest as he held her. She was growing colder and colder. He felt the tears brushing past his whiskers mixed with his own blood that had dried across his face and lips. It hurt to breathe probably not just physically but he was loosing the will to keep any morsel of sanity as he looked down at Mary as motionless as an angel statue on a grave. Her beauty even still as present as ever but more and more resembling marble that motionless cold stone. If she was dying he didn't want to face another day. The last moment he remembered before he blacked out was the warm wet sensation that ran across his forehead to his nose and the strong smell of his blood.
"Tick-tock, Tick-tock, Tick-tock" was it the sound of his heart? His head was throbbing with every beat. His eyelids felt heavy and glued shut as pain shot through his head. " Do you think he will remember it? " he heard a hushed female voice say nearby. Another deeper voice responded in almost a whisper, " He very well may it's hard to tell in cases like this what the patient will remember when they wake."
Opening eyes probably was like being born gravity seemed to not want to appease the movement but eventually it gave in. His vision was blurry but came into focus with time. Mary was the first thing on his mind. He wanted to know she was safe. He saw the nurse's blonde hair framing her face like wet wheat. Next to her was the Doctor a middle-aged cleanly shaven man with short salt and pepper hair little gold glasses framed his brown eyes. Speaking seemed like the next natural thing to do but a tube blocked his ability to converse with the nurse and doctor. Frustrated a muffled moan came out.
© Isabel Page
