#vehicular accident

[jasmines-library]

Oh, Baby.

WHUMPTOBER DAY 21. Prompt: Vehicular accident.

Fandom: supernatural.

Summary: on the way back from a hunt, an out of control car veers into yours sending it hurtling off of the path and into a tree, leaving you trapped. Too far from the hospital, the Winchesters are left with the task of getting your body from the car as they wait for Cas to arrive.

Warnings: car crash, dislocated shoulder, broken bones/ribs, blood.

Word count: 1.4K

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Dean was driving too fast. His foot was pressed all the way down on the pedal as he let the impala fly down the road. He was drumming along to the rhythm of the music as you and Sam sang. The hunt had been successful and spirits were high. The three of you were looking forward to a hot shower and a warm bed, because the night was cold and an eerie chill hung in the air.

The October chill had cast a fog over the road, which obscured everything further than a few metres ahead, but Baby was nearing Kansas and Dean knew the roads well, so he wasn’t too fussed by the narrow roads.

But what happened next came out of nowhere. Another passing car had skidded off of the road and veered into your lane. It smashed into the left passenger side of Baby, sending her sliding off the path. Your side of the car took the brunt of the impact as it collided with a tree. The motion sent your body sliding roughly into the door with a force that was sure to leave bruises. The glass spiderwebbed and then shattered, raining down hundreds and thousands of tiny glass flakes over your head.

Dean groaned when the car stilled, sitting up abruptly. His chest felt tight where the seat belt had flattened against his ribs, so he fumbled to unclip his seatbelt. As he twisted he caught sight of his brother whose head hung low against his chest. There was glass in his hair and a small cut on his temple.

“Sam.” Dean reached over to shake his brother. “Sammy.”

Sam sat up abruptly but immediately regretted the pull in his side. “What..?”

“Are you ok?” Dean took in the caved in metal, pissed that he would have to rebuild it again.

“Fine.” Sam brushed the glass from his hair as he too surveyed the damage. But his eyes widened and he gripped his brother's arm when he suddenly remembered you in the backseat. “Y/n.”

The two of them manoeuvred their bodies in the small space so that they could face you. Some of the roof had caved in, which made it hard to see, but they managed to make out your unconscious body in the darkness. It was crumpled against the doorframe. Your head rested on the window ledge, hair matted with blood from where it had collided with the frame and scraped against the shards of glass. Your arm hung at a concerning angle, and they were almost 100% sure your shoulder was dislocated, but they couldn’t tell from this angle.

Dean reached over the seat, straining his body but you were too far away for him to reach you, so he tried to call your name. You didn’t move.

Dean cursed and pushed hard on his doors to open it. “See if you can get her door open.”

Sam forced the door open and clambered out of the car as his brother made his way round the crushed bonnet. Half of your door was completely obscured by the tree that had made the car stop spiralling out of control, making it impossible to open the door.

Dean rammed his fist into the side of the car in a fit of rage.

“Fuck! Sam help me move the car.”

The Winchesters shuffled round to the back of the car and began to haul the car away from the tree. It took a great amount of effort and their boots leaving dents in the frosty ground of them to move the impala, but when it finally inched far enough away from the tree and your door was visible, they breathed a sigh of relief. But immediately took it back when they tugged in the misshaped handle and the door didn’t budge.

Then Dean tried to rouse you again, reaching through the window and rousing your body. You whined as all of the pain flooded in at once.

“Sweetheart?”

You twisted your head to glance up at him through droopy eyes. “Dean?”

“It’s us.”

You whimpered as you tried to shift, pinned down by your seatbelt. “Hurts.”

“We know sweetheart. We’re gonna get you out of there. Just hold on for us okay?”

You nodded, but made no noise.

Sam tried the handle again but it was stuck down firmly as if someone had welded the pieces together and then encased them in a layer of concrete just to make sure that they were secure.

He then considered the window. They could pull you out from it but that would run the risk of injuring you further, especially with the shards of glass jutting out from the bottom. It was far from Sam’s first choice, but at the moment it was looking like their only option.

“Give me your jacket.” He reached out a hand to his brother.

“What?” Without his jacket the cold air would bite at Dean’s skin. Sam knew this, but Dean’s jacket was thicker than his and would provide you more protection when they moved you.

“Just give it to me.”

Dean shrugged it off after pocketing his phone and placed it in his brother's hands who then laid it across the bottom of the window and leaned forwards to talk to you.

“Okay Kid I need you to unbuckle your seatbelt. Can you do that for me?”

You fumbled blindly for the buckle, wincing at the tug on your arm and ribs, both of which were already forming dark bruises and were more likely than not broken in some places. You relaxed as the pressure lessened, but without the fabric keeping you in place, your body slumped forwards.

Sam hooked his arm under your shoulders ready to guide you out of the window. “This is gonna hurt sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

When Sam tugged upwards you screamed. Every inch of your body burned as he slid you out of the window. The strain on your shoulder was immense, and the brothers were now certain that it was dislocated.

“Stop.” You begged. “Please.”

Sam’s eyes brimmed with tears. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry but I can’t.”

He pulled you out the last stretch of the window without adding too many cuts to your fragile body, only a few nicks here or there. Dean helped ease you down onto the ground.

“Cas is on his way.” He told his brother, who gave him a brief nod of acknowledgment because his full attention was on you. It was too far to get to the hospital in time.

“We have to pop it back in.” Dean told him, gesturing to your shoulder. “If we leave it like that it’s going to get worse.”

Sam bit his lip. “I know.”

“Please… it hurts” you whimpered. “No more. Please.”

“Just a little bit more and then it’ll stop. I promise.” Sam told you, bracing his hands on your shoulders as Dean leaned you against his chest. You cried into his chest, clinging onto his shirt to hide from the cold.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart.”

“On three.” Sam said. “One. Two-“

He rolled the joint, forcing it back into place before you had time to brace yourself. You cried out sharply, nursing your arm as tears flooded your cheeks.

Shakily he removed his hands.

“All done, y/n. All done.”

Dean rubbed your back gently and cast a worried gaze at his brother who towered above the two of you.

It was fateful waiting for the flutter of wings. Dean held you close to his chest as you shivered. Whether it was from the pain or the cold he didn’t know, but they had to keep forcing you awake when your eyes drifted shut. As Dean held you, Sam made work of trying to salvage anything from the car. He had found a blanket wedged in the backseat and draped it over your shoulders.

At last, Cas finally appeared.

“I am sorry.” He rattled out. “I came as soon as I could.”

“Can you help her?” Sam asked.

He reached out and placed a gentle hand on your forehead from where a blinding light was emitted and then a wave of calm washed over you, soothing all your aches and pains before you fell asleep against Dean’s chest.

“She should be fine now.” Cas instructed “she just needs to rest.”

“Thank you.” Dean pulled your sleeping form and smiled gently into your hair, glad to still have you by his side for a while longer.

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Whumptober Day 22 - Vehicular Accident

Flying Tiger - Ep. 4

If You Wish Upon Me - Ep. 6

Stay With Me - Ep. 24

The Good Bad Mother - Ep. 2

True Beauty - Ep. 11

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Whumptober 2023

Day 22 - Vehicular Accident

MacGyver 4x03

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WHUMPTOBER day 22:

Prompt: "Vehicular accident"

Ateş Kuşları 22. Bölüm

[whumpdoyoumean]

Whumptober #22

Whoops, I missed it by like an hour. It's fine!

My sincerest apologies to any Texans reading this, I have definitely just fudged all of the geography (and we’re just going to pretend that the 126 responds to any call anywhere near Austin) :’)

xxx they never saw us coming, ‘til they hit the floor

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” There isn’t an immediate answer, but Grace thinks she can hear someone breathing. “Hello, can you hear me?”

There’s a short pause and then, “Grace? Thank god, I hoped it’d be you.”

Grace’s stomach drops and she sits up a little straighter. “TK, is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Listen, I--we need help. We got in an accident and Carlos, he--he’s stuck, I tried to get him out but I couldn’t do it and he’s stuck and I--”

“Hey, hey, hey. TK, slow down honey. Where are you?”

“I--I’m not sure, exactly. Uh, we were headed--headed west on 71, maybe fifteen minutes outside of Austin?” His voice is taut, and Grace knows the tone well. It’s the kind of tone that comes when someone is on the verge of panic and trying very hard not to be. “Is that--will they be able to find us? I don’t--”

“That’s good enough, TK,” Grace says, typing quickly. “Help is on the way. Can you tell me what happened?”

“The car rolled. Something darted into the road, just came out of nowhere. Carlos swerved to miss it--oh, god, Grace!”

“Hey, TK. TK, I need you to listen to me. The best thing you can do for you and for Carlos is to stay calm. Take a deep breath for me. Are you still in the vehicle?”

TK takes a deep, shaky breath. “No. I was able to get out.”

“Okay, good. Are you injured?”

“No, Grace, I’m okay. I’ve got a--a burn on my arm, from the airbag I think, but I’m okay.”

“What about Carlos? Is he conscious?”

“Yeah, he, um. He says he’s not hurt but Grace, he’s stuck and I’m--” He lowers his voice. He sounds like he’s on the verge of tears. “People who are trapped in a vehicle have higher rates of critical injury. Broken bones, blood loss…Where are they?”

“The 126 is on their way to you, TK.” Grace speaks calmly, doing her best to sound reassuring. “They’ll be there soon. Can you--TK?” 

The line disconnects suddenly, and Grace’s heart jumps. She immediately reaches for her phone, pulling up TK’s number so that she can call him. 

It goes straight to voicemail. 

xxx 

“Grace? Grace, are you there?” TK looks at his phone. No signal. “Damn it!”

“What’s wrong, TK?” 

TK takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down a little before he turns to Carlos, walking back to the wrecked car. “Lost signal. How are you doing, you still breathing okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Carlos says, and smiles a little. “Ready to be out of this car. What about you, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, babe,” TK says. It’s mostly true. His chest and stomach hurt a little, but it’s probably just from the seatbelt. “Grace said the 126 is on their way, it shouldn’t be long now.”

“Good…Hey, I’m really sorry I totaled your car.”

“Carlos, the car is the least of my worries right now.” TK can’t help the anxious edge to his voice. He looks down, running his fingers nervously through his hair. “It’s replaceable. You’re not. You’re sure you’re not feeling dizzy? No pain?”

“TK, look at me.” TK looks up to see Carlos staring at him, brown eyes wide, brow pinched. “I promise you if anything starts to feel wrong, I’ll tell you.”

TK is about to answer when his attention is drawn by the distant sound of sirens and he lets out a long sigh of relief. “Here they come, thank god. We’re gonna get you out of there.”

The engine has barely stopped before Owen is off of it and running to TK’s side. 

“Hey, TK, you okay?”

“I’m fine, Dad,” TK says. “We need to get Carlos out of the car.”

Owen lifts his eyebrows. “We don’t need to do anything.”

“Dad, I can help. I want to help, he’s my husband, I--”

“I know,” Owen interrupts, putting his hands on TK’s shoulders. “I know, believe me. But right now, you are not a first responder, you are a victim. You need to let us work.”

TK feels a surge of frustration. “I am not a victim.”

“Hey, TK.”

TK turns at the sound of Tommy’s voice. She nods at Owen. 

“I got ‘im, Cap.”

Owen nods back, then turns to the 126 crew. “Alright, let’s get started on that extraction.”

“Come on, TK,” Tommy says gently. “Let’s get you checked out.”

“I’m fine Captain Vega. I need to be with Carlos, I--”

“Hey, hey. We’ve got ‘im. Nancy is over there making sure he’s alright while they get him out. Now I need to make sure you’re alright, too. Bandaging that arm, for instance.”

TK looks down at the nasty burn on his left forearm and sighs. “Fine.”

It’s with no small share of reluctance that he allows Tommy to lead him to the back of the ambulance, though he keeps his eye on the car and the 126 and Carlos, barely paying attention as Tommy takes his vitals. 

“Heart rate’s a little elevated,” Tommy says, “but you’re under a lot of stress, that’s to be expected. I’m gonna wrap that arm up for you now, okay?”

TK hisses a little as she wraps a bandage around his forearm and she looks up at him. 

“Sorry about that. All done.”

“Thank you,” TK says, standing, ignoring the pain in his middle as he does so. He can ask about that later. Right now, he just wants to be as close to Carlos as he can. Tommy follows him, bringing a gurney along as they move nearer to the car.

It takes another ten minutes to get Carlos out. He’s got some scrapes and bruises, but as they load him onto the gurney he, miraculously, actually seems fine, smiling and even cracking a joke. The relief is almost too much for TK, and he actually gets lightheaded as they get onto the ambulance. 

“You’ll both need to be checked out at the hospital,” Tommy says as they start toward the hospital, “but your vitals look good, Carlos. The two of you are extremely lucky. I’ve seen a lot of car accidents in my time, and not many people are able to just walk away.”

“We’re gonna be okay, baby,” Carlos says, looking over at him as best he can with the neck brace on and reaching over to take TK’s hand in his own. He frowns a little. “Hey, TK, you alright? You’re clammy.”

“Uh…” TK takes a deep breath, then closes his eyes, leaning forward to put his head between his knees. “I’m a little dizzy. It’ll pass…”

He feels a hand on his arm and Tommy says, “TK, I’m gonna take your vitals again.”

He blacks out for a second as the blood pressure cuff tightens on his arm. He’s distantly aware of Carlos’s voice. 

“TK? What’s wrong?”

And then Tommy’s, in that professional tone she gets on serious calls. “His pulse is high and his blood pressure is dropping. He might be bleeding internally. TK, you with me?” 

And then everything fades. 

xxx 

[kybercrystals94]

Just a “Little” Concussion

By KyberCrystals94

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Whumptober 2023 | Day 22 | Prompt 22: Vehicular Accident

Rated: G

Words: 431

Summary: Fives ends up in med bay. I might have gone a little easy on the whump this story…I just felt too nice today.

“You are an idiot,” Kix says.

Fives rolls his eyes. “It was a good plan! If that civilian hadn’t gotten in the way, it would have been absolutely flawless.”

“But they did, so you decided crashing the speeder into a wall was the next best option.”

“It was that or oncoming traffic.”

“The fact that those were your only two options make me think this plan was anything but flawless.”

Fives huffs, settling back comfortably into the stack of pillows he’d somehow convinced the medical droids to provide him with. Kix swore the man had reprogrammed the damned things; although, Fives would argue that he was just that charming. “You have terrible bedside manner,” Fives grouses. “I’m an injured war hero, and you’re over there calling me an idiot.”

“Idiot will be a compliment compared to the names Echo is gonna call you when he gets here.” Kix returns, turning to his data pad.

“You told Echo?” Fives cries.

“Of course I told Echo. I don’t want to be on his bad side. Better you than me.”

“I barely broke my wrist,” Fives whines, “and it’s just a little concussion. What Echo doesn’t know won’t kill him.”

“This ‘little concussion’ you have is making me keep you overnight for observation.”

“It’s not my fault you’re paranoid.”

Kix gives him a look, but decides arguing with the ARC is a waste of his precious time. He dims the lights of the room. “You are to avoid any mental stimulation for the next few hours. Then we’ll reevaluate.”

“That shouldn’t be too hard, he’s got nothing up there to think about anyway,” a voice comes from the doorway.

Fives grins. “Aw, my loving brother comes to visit.”

“I came to tell you you’re a kriffing di’kut,” Echo says, coming into the room.

“You don’t even know what happened,” Fives says.

“I read the report.”

“The report exaggerated.”

“You wrote it!”

Fives yawns. “Did I? Oh, I must’ve forgotten because I have a concussion and I’m supposed to be on mental rest. Thanks for stopping by, Echo.” He closes his eyes.

“We’re going to discuss these impromptu plans of yours later,” Echo says.

Fives waves him away dismissively with his uninjured hand. “Yeah, yeah. Save the lecture. I’ll listen patiently to your whole spiel once Kix clears me.”

Kix quirks an eyebrow.

Echo gives his batch mate a long look before he turns sharply on his heel and leaves, grumbling as he goes.

Once he is safely out of hearing distance, Fives opens his eyes. “Kix, please let me stay forever.”

“Yeah. Not gonna happen.”

END

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Breaking Habits

Also on AO3 @whumptober-archive - day 1: safety net, day 22: "watch out", vehicular accident @clonefandomevents - Haunted Clones week & 501st bingo - day 1: time loop

They say that it can take as little as 21 rotations to build a habit.

Rex doesn’t know just how many weeks he was trapped in the loop – he lost count somewhere after the 30th morning of waking up in the Coruscant barracks. Yet eventually he found the combination: he saved Fives, made the Jedi listen, defeated the Sith.

But then there is the aftermath. For all that he had been desperate to unravel the mystery, the routine had become familiar, comforting, safe. Details fading into the background as he focused on each variable.

Now… People aren’t where they’re supposed to be. Conversations take unfamiliar turns. Someone moved ‘his’ caf-mug from the shelf. Things change without his input, and it leaves him wrong-footed and unsure.

The first time he leaves the barracks After, only Jesse’s reflexes keep him from being run over by a speeder-truck. Rex didn’t check, because this intersection is always clear. Rex didn’t react fast enough, because dying just meant waking up.

He has to remind himself that consequences linger; people remember and injuries take time to heal. He has to relearn how to accept uncertainty.

[whumpookies]

Day 22, title: They never saw it coming 'till they hit the floor'

Prompt: Vehicular accident

[clintbartonruinedmylife]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 22

"Glass hards, vehicular accident"

Bucky was on his feet in an instant when the alarm went off. It took him forty-four seconds and he sat behind the wheel of the fire truck. He turned on the siren, honked and floored the truck to get to the accident they were called to as fast as possible. 

“What do we have?” he asked Steve, who sat beside him. 

“Car accident,” he said. “Apparently there was an illegal car race and they forced another car off the street. Nat…” - a cop and also the woman Steve was in love with without admitting it to himself - “... said the driver is trapped and injured.” 

Six minutes later they were at the scene. Nat was waiting for them together with an ambulance and - much to Bucky’s dismay - it was Sam Wilson standing beside the car, trying to get to the driver. 

“We take over now,” Bucky snapped when he was out of the truck. 

“Nice of you to finally show up,” Wilson said  and Bucky threw a death glare in his direction. 

“Boys, calm down,” Nat interrupted the two of them. “We have to get the driver out of the car.” 

Bucky went to take a look while Steve already gave orders to the other firefighters. It looked bad, really bad. The driver bled heavily and he had glass shards everywhere in his skin. And the chassis of the car was twisted. 

“Is he stable?” Bucky asked and looked at Wilson and the EMT nodded. 

“As far as we can see, yes,” he said. “But we have to get him out of it as fast as possible. 

The driver opened his eyes and looked at Bucky and for a moment his breath was taken away. The man had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. And currently they were full of pain. 

“Can you hear me?” Bucky asked and the man nodded. “We will get you out in no time,” he smiled reassuringly. 

The man reached out and instinctively Bucky took his hand. Steve and the others came with heavy equipment and started to work. 

“What’s your name,” he asked and the man licked his lips. Bucky wanted to let go to help Steve and his team but the man didn’t let go. Steve shook his head and Bucky understood.

“My name is Bucky,” he said. “What’s yours?” 

“Cl-clint,” the man whispered and Bucky smiled at him. 

“Pleasure to meet you, Clint,” he said. “See that guy over there? His name is Steve. He and our friends will get you out soon. I’ll stay here with you if that’s okay,” he said and kept talking. Every now and then Clint answered but most of the time it was Bucky who talked and it seemed to calm the man down so Steve and the others could work. And it really took only thirteen minutes to get him out and then Wilson took over. They put Clint on a stretcher and shoved him into the ambulance and with wailing sirens they drove him to the hospital. 

But Bucky couldn’t forget the beautiful eyes of the man and that’s why he found himself in the hospital, too, two days later. He had asked his way through to him and then he knocked at the door. 

Clint lay in his bed, band-aids all over his face, his arm and a leg in plaster casts. 

“Hey,” he said when Clint looked up. “I don't know if you remember me but…” 

“My lifesaver,” Clint smiled. “I had hoped to see you again.” 

“Really?” Bucky asked, a smile on his lips. 

“Yeah,” Clint said. “Have to make up to you for getting me out.” 

“Technically I just held your hand,” Bucky said and Clint blushed violently. 

“It helped,” he said. “I thought I would die but… it helped.” 

“You’re welcome,” Bucky said and sat down beside the bed. “So, what did the doc say about your injuries?  How long till I can ask you for a date?” 

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Whumptober 2023 day 22 - vehicular accident

The Lieutenant S1E18

[ahsokryze]

Trapped

Chapter 1 - The Crash (landing)

Whumptober 2023

Gen | 4k words (chapter 1/5)

relationships: Ahsoka Tano & Anakin Skywalker & Obi-Wan Kenobi

summary: After crash landing on an ice planet with her Masters, Ahsoka gets trapped in a lake of ice when it freezes over.

whumptober prompts: day 22 - vehicular accident, day 25 - buried alive, alt #11 - panic

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"Anakin?!"

Ahsoka stumbled into her seat as the cockpit of the shuttle shook and creaked, wincing as the jarring sound of the emergency alarm abruptly began blaring into her montrals. Looking up, her eyes widened as she looked ahead to see that the viewport was now filled with an alarming red glow; a stark contrast to the blue and white swirl of hyperspace which had been the prevalent view only moments before.

"Anakin—talk to me—what's going on?!" Obi-Wan continued, nervously questioning Anakin, where he was sat in front of Ahsoka, gripping onto his seat.

"The hyperdrive is down!" Anakin replied in alarm, his hands frantically flitting across the control panel as he seemingly attempted to regain control of the ship, "We're falling out of hyperspace!"

The sharp red-tinged glow coming through the viewport continued to brightly shine through, swiftly spinning into a kaleidoscope of blinding light as the shuttle continued to rapidly fall out of hyperspace.

"Strap yourselves in!" Anakin shouted.

Ahsoka and Obi-Wan met each others eyes for the briefest moment, sharing a glance, before they obliged, obeying Anakin's words and strapping themselves into their seats as the shuttle violently tore itself from the fabric of hyperspace.

"Hold on…"

The ship shuddered and shook, spinning as it tumbled abruptly into realspace. Ahsoka closed her eyes to shield herself from the blinding array of light barraging in through the viewport, bracing herself against her seat as her body and mind spun from the disorienting feeling of rapid inertial displacement.

After several moments, Ahsoka opened her eyes again, swallowing hard as she looked ahead through the viewport to see that they were now in normal space again. Part of her felt relieved that the shuttle hadn't been torn apart exiting hyperspace so abruptly like that, feeling grateful for the inertial dampeners having done their job to prevent her and her Masters from becoming splattered against the walls of the cockpit. But, very quickly, that momentary feeling of relief quickly began to dissipate as Ahsoka's eyes continued to register what she was seeing through the viewport.

"Master…?!"

Swiftly growing on the horizon, their shuttle was headed straight for an icy white planet.

"Anakin," Obi-Wan said, nervously, pushing a loose lock of hair out of his face, "we're heading for that planet…!"

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[kayamark]

Whumptober: No.22 - Vehicular accident

My love from the star (2013)

Ep 11

[sam-loves-seb]

we got time (but we're only human) -- chapter 3

The engine kicks as he idles in the spot. Mickey can start the car, which is progress, but he can’t seem to take his hands off the wheel once he does. The gear shift remains untouched, and his knuckles go white with his tight grip. When he sits in the car and thinks about driving, it’s like he can feel all the stitches in his body, like he’s hyper aware of the scars fading on his forearm and chest and face. It’s like he’s there again, in the old rig, hanging upside down and bleeding with Ian passed out right beside him. It’s like he can’t get out this time. And that makes him panic.

// mickey has some lingering issues to deal with after the accident

whumptober 2023 -- day 22

prompt: vehicular accident

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[lady-wallace]

Whumptober Day 22 - "Vehicular Accident"

Today is an art collab I did with @waffles-in-winter ! I did illustrations for her Jujutsu Kaisen fic which you can check out HERE for some lovely GoUta action and feels.

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A bit late, but for Whumptober 2023, Day 22: Vehicular Accident

I decided to try and redraw a scene from the anime for this, except instead of the shark, I wanted to reference the original car accident that got them in the Game in the first place!

[riahlynn101]

Whumptober Day Twenty-Two: "Vehicular Accident."

Trigger Warnings: Blood, major character death, mentioned car accident (of sorts), children in distress, mentions of needles, and implied kidnapping and murder.

Summary: (Young) Mike is hit by a car.

Open/ambiguous ending :))!!

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The sky is blue today. The same color blue as his mom’s eyes. Clear and bright. Not a single cloud in sight, which kind of annoys Mike. When Garrett was still here, they used to watch them go by, and call out what they looked like. 

Garrett’s go-to was always, “Fredbear.” No matter what the shape was. 

Not that Mike was any better. His go-to was “Springbonnie,” or “rabbit.” 

It was predictable, but it was fun. Mike misses it every single day. 

It’s cool today. It’s the middle of fall, and the leaves are all kinds of pretty colors. Reds and oranges and dark greens. 

It’ll be Halloween soon. 

This will be their first holiday without Garrett….

He wanted to be Spider-man this year. Mike’s sure it’s only because he wants to go as Spider-man, and Garrett just has to copy everything his older brother does. Mom says that just means he loves Mike, but it frustrated him to no end. Especially when it seemed like mom and dad encouraged it. 

Now…Mike would do anything to have him back. 

Anything. 

He groans, tears run down his face. 

“Mommy!” He wants to call out, but there’s something in his throat. Something warm and wet that tastes like old pennies. 

His head throbs, and his body feels strangely numb. Like all his limbs have fallen asleep all at once. 

People move around him. Mom tries to reach out for him, but a police officer holds her back. Dad holds her, as she sobs loudly. 

Mike hates that he’s the reason she’s crying. 

He tries to move his arm, so he can get her attention or call her over. He could really use one of her hugs. They’re warm and make him feel safe. Mike needs her.

“Mike…?” 

His head is shifted to the side by a person in a navy blue uniform. Another person flashes a light in his eyes. 

Just behind them, Mike sees his little brother. 

In spite of how scared he feels, Mike can’t help the wave of happiness that overtakes him. He tries to smile, but his lips don’t move. (Why can’t he move them?)

Garrett looks sad, staring down at him. “You’re hurt,” he says, pointing at Mike. 

Mike can’t summon the words to speak, but he wants so desperately to. He tries to wriggle around, but it doesn’t help. 

Garrett comes closer, kneeling down in between the two EMTs. He tilts his head. “If you go to sleep it won’t hurt anymore.”

All the alarm bells go off in Mike’s head. That’s the exact opposite of what the EMTs told him just five minutes earlier. And he has a feeling if he closes his eyes, he’ll never wake up again. 

“Nothing bad will happen,” Garrett murmurs. 

Mike coughs, chest constricting. The people hovering over him become more frantic. He’s lifted onto a stretcher.

He winces, or at least tries to. Just like everything else, his body doesn’t seem to want to listen. Tears run down his face, mixing with the blood smeared across his neck and chest. Garrett sits next to the EMTs. He watches them work, eyes sad. 

“Go to sleep, Mikey,” he whispers, voice like a lullaby. “You won’t hurt anymore if you sleep.”

Mike is poked with a needle and then another. He can’t tell if they’re IVs, tetanus shots, or if the EMTs are collecting blood, but he feels all of it. The needles poke through his bruised skin. But he can’t do anything about it, besides quietly groaning. 

His little brother frowns. “They’re making you hurt worse.”

Mike ignores him, eyes rolling up to the ceiling. He does his best to separate himself from the pain, trying to imagine that he’s home, watching TV dramas with his mom. They’ve been watching a new one, and there’s supposed to be a new episode tonight. He hopes he doesn’t miss it. Mom would be so upset if he did. 

Three months ago, it used to be something Mom, him, and Garrett used to do. Every Thursday night they would settle on the couch, Garrett on one side of their mom, and Mike on the other. A fresh bowl of popcorn on her lap.

Thursdays are the days that their dad works late, so mom lets them stay up extra late to see him. But they both end up falling asleep, heads resting in their mother’s lap. 

Mike inwardly sobs. 

Another poke. 

“It’ll hurt less if you close your eyes, and when you wake up, we can play together. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

He hates this. 

Hates how his brother sounds reassuring and right. 

Hates how he knows what’s going to happen if he shuts his eyes.

Hates that-despite how scared he is, and how much he wants his mommy and daddy-he wants even more to see and play with Garrett. 

Mike shuts his eyes. Just for a second.

But when he opens them again, he’s sitting next to Garrett. 

A machine off to their right beeps loudly, and the two EMTs look panicked. They shout out things that Mike-with all his years of watching late-night medical dramas-can’t understand. 

“That- that’s my body. Why?” He turns his head. “Garrett, what’s going on?”

His brother grabs his hand. “You’re asleep now.”

Mike shakes his head horrified. “No, this- I don’t like this. How do I wake up? I need to wake up.”

“You can’t.”

Garrett pats him on the shoulder. The world becomes blurry for a moment before returning to normal. 

They stand in a densely-wooded forest. 

Mike blinks rapidly, trying to wake up. Whatever this is, it can’t be real. He slaps himself in the face.

He feels….nothing. 

Mike digs his nails into his skin,  scratching at it. 

But again, he feels nothing. 

He feels panicked, terrified even, but his heart rate hasn’t picked up. In fact-Mike presses his hand over his heart-he can’t feel it thump against his ribcage. It’s quiet and still, like it’s not-

“I’m dead.”

Garrett grabs his hand. “But it’s okay, because I’m here.”

Pulling his hand away, Mike shakes his head frantically. “No! No! No!” He tugs at his hair.

His brother hugs him. It feels warm and safe and…and just like their mom’s. It feels like home. Mike hiccups, leaning into the hug. He closes his eyes, ignoring (for a moment) everything that has happened today. 

Being hit by a car. 

Glass shattering and people yelling.

Mom crying.

….Dying….

Mike tightens his hold. 

He’s safe. 

Of that, Mike is certain. 

Unseen, head resting on his older brother’s shoulder, Garrett smiles.