Title: Loss of innocence
Authors : Littleangel (Mary) & lovygirl (Deborah)
Ratings : PG 13
AN : Thanks to Sierra (AliasSydney502) for betaing this.
Hope you enjoy
Take these broken wings
And learn to fly again
Chapter 1
Today was not a good day for Michael Vaughn. He had woken up with a pounding headache to find that he had overslept and was late for the last staff meeting of the year before the summer holidays. He had gotten up, taken a quick shower and dressed quickly before taking his car keys and leaving his house, deciding not to take breakfast and grab a coffee in the teacher’s lounge instead.
He couldn't be late. He had just started to work at Lincoln high school a few months ago to replace the English teacher who was on a sick leave. Well, coming here had meant leaving his hometown where he had started his teaching career but it was better anyway...even if he had to start again from scratch.
Michael started his car and got out of his driveway. Using his right hand, he turned on the radio. Whistling along a Coldplay song, he sped up along the way.
A few minutes later he stopped at an intersection before he put the car into gear and started driving again when it happened.
The last thing he heard before everything went black was the loud noise of screeching tires.
The two cars collided so violently that it took the woman, driving the other car, a few moments to come back to her senses. She put her head against the steering wheel of her car trying to shake the dizziness. After a few seconds she felt good enough to unfasten her seat belt and get out of her car, leaning against it. Looking around she saw the other car she had hit...'Oh God...What did I do?' She thought shocked. She should have paid more attention to what she was doing, and not thinking about anything else.
When she saw what she had done, she gasped. Her stomach twisted in knots at the sight of the other car. The driver side of the car looked completely totaled.
She went back to her seat and sat down to grab her purse, searching inside of it for her cell phone before getting out of her car and walking toward the other car as fast as she could. When she stopped next to it, she saw that there was only a man inside, unconscious, his left arm dangling in a weird way... obviously broken.
Punching in the number she waited for an answer.
“911...What's your emergency?” Asked a woman on the other side.
“I was in a car accident...I'm okay but the other person is not. He’s unconscious...I think his arm is broken.” She said quickly.
“Where are you?” The woman asked calmly.
“On 6th Avenue.” She answered.
“We're sending you someone. Stay with that person until the ambulance is there.” The woman advised her.
“Okay, thank you.” She said before turning off the phone.
She stayed where she was, unable to tear her eyes away from the man. A trail of blood was running from a cut about his eyebrow down to his jaw before ending up on his shirt. She didn't dare move him, not wanting to make any wounds that he could have any worse.
'Please let him be okay' She pleaded inwardly.
His other hand started to twitch. He was starting to come around. Not even thinking about it she reached out with her left hand to take his right hand in her own.
Speaking softly, she tried to reassure him, “Stay calm...Help is on the way...You're gonna be okay.”
He seemed to understand her as his eyes fluttered open and looked into the direction of her voice. His eyelids only half open, she felt him squeezed her hand lightly and she squeezed it back. He needed to stay calm and she hoped that would do the trick.
She heard the sirens of the ambulance in the background and knew that they were not far away. And she was right because two minutes later the ambulance and a police car were in view. They stopped close to their cars and she saw people getting out of the ambulance, grabbing a few things, before running toward them.
She listened as the policemen asked her question about what happened, her eyes straying toward the man every few seconds, watching as they got him out of the car and into the ambulance. One of the medics came toward the police officers, informing them that they would need to take her to the hospital too, to make sure she was okay and had no internal wounds.
It took less than 20 minutes for them to be transported to one of New York's numerous hospitals.
When she got out of the police car, helped by one of the officers, she watched the man being quickly wheeled out of the ambulance and into the ER, doctors and nurses working around him.
She was taken to another room to be examined by a doctor. After a few tests she was declared free to go home by the doctor, only a few bumps and scrapes on her. She knew she had been lucky.
The guilt she felt for having caused that accident and hurt someone went in overdrive and so she decided to wait for news about the other man's state. She sat down in a chair in the waiting room, leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. A lone tear escaped from her eye.
TBC
Lyrics : Broken wings by Rick Springfield
Authors : Littleangel (Mary) & lovygirl (Deborah)
Ratings : PG 13
AN : Thanks to Sierra (AliasSydney502) for betaing this.
Hope you enjoy
Take these broken wings
And learn to fly again
Chapter 1
Today was not a good day for Michael Vaughn. He had woken up with a pounding headache to find that he had overslept and was late for the last staff meeting of the year before the summer holidays. He had gotten up, taken a quick shower and dressed quickly before taking his car keys and leaving his house, deciding not to take breakfast and grab a coffee in the teacher’s lounge instead.
He couldn't be late. He had just started to work at Lincoln high school a few months ago to replace the English teacher who was on a sick leave. Well, coming here had meant leaving his hometown where he had started his teaching career but it was better anyway...even if he had to start again from scratch.
Michael started his car and got out of his driveway. Using his right hand, he turned on the radio. Whistling along a Coldplay song, he sped up along the way.
A few minutes later he stopped at an intersection before he put the car into gear and started driving again when it happened.
The last thing he heard before everything went black was the loud noise of screeching tires.
The two cars collided so violently that it took the woman, driving the other car, a few moments to come back to her senses. She put her head against the steering wheel of her car trying to shake the dizziness. After a few seconds she felt good enough to unfasten her seat belt and get out of her car, leaning against it. Looking around she saw the other car she had hit...'Oh God...What did I do?' She thought shocked. She should have paid more attention to what she was doing, and not thinking about anything else.
When she saw what she had done, she gasped. Her stomach twisted in knots at the sight of the other car. The driver side of the car looked completely totaled.
She went back to her seat and sat down to grab her purse, searching inside of it for her cell phone before getting out of her car and walking toward the other car as fast as she could. When she stopped next to it, she saw that there was only a man inside, unconscious, his left arm dangling in a weird way... obviously broken.
Punching in the number she waited for an answer.
“911...What's your emergency?” Asked a woman on the other side.
“I was in a car accident...I'm okay but the other person is not. He’s unconscious...I think his arm is broken.” She said quickly.
“Where are you?” The woman asked calmly.
“On 6th Avenue.” She answered.
“We're sending you someone. Stay with that person until the ambulance is there.” The woman advised her.
“Okay, thank you.” She said before turning off the phone.
She stayed where she was, unable to tear her eyes away from the man. A trail of blood was running from a cut about his eyebrow down to his jaw before ending up on his shirt. She didn't dare move him, not wanting to make any wounds that he could have any worse.
'Please let him be okay' She pleaded inwardly.
His other hand started to twitch. He was starting to come around. Not even thinking about it she reached out with her left hand to take his right hand in her own.
Speaking softly, she tried to reassure him, “Stay calm...Help is on the way...You're gonna be okay.”
He seemed to understand her as his eyes fluttered open and looked into the direction of her voice. His eyelids only half open, she felt him squeezed her hand lightly and she squeezed it back. He needed to stay calm and she hoped that would do the trick.
She heard the sirens of the ambulance in the background and knew that they were not far away. And she was right because two minutes later the ambulance and a police car were in view. They stopped close to their cars and she saw people getting out of the ambulance, grabbing a few things, before running toward them.
She listened as the policemen asked her question about what happened, her eyes straying toward the man every few seconds, watching as they got him out of the car and into the ambulance. One of the medics came toward the police officers, informing them that they would need to take her to the hospital too, to make sure she was okay and had no internal wounds.
It took less than 20 minutes for them to be transported to one of New York's numerous hospitals.
When she got out of the police car, helped by one of the officers, she watched the man being quickly wheeled out of the ambulance and into the ER, doctors and nurses working around him.
She was taken to another room to be examined by a doctor. After a few tests she was declared free to go home by the doctor, only a few bumps and scrapes on her. She knew she had been lucky.
The guilt she felt for having caused that accident and hurt someone went in overdrive and so she decided to wait for news about the other man's state. She sat down in a chair in the waiting room, leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. A lone tear escaped from her eye.
TBC
Lyrics : Broken wings by Rick Springfield
