Soulmates - (2/?)
Summary: You asked Jeff, a senior you barely knew, for a ride home while he was going on the beer run.
Warnings: Read part 1 on my page! Swearing. Angst. It’s kind of sad. Also it’s a little different from the show. It will have a continuation. Don’t give up on it just yet, it will be a nice story.
* (Y/A) : your age
You opened your eyes and saw yourself standing in a large rock. You didn’t know what was happening. People all around you ran frantically. Rescue squads. Paramedics. Police officers. They yelled things at each other, but you couldn’t understand the words. There was a loud noise on your ears, like a whistle, and it was deafening you.
Suddenly, it all came back. Jeff. The hole on the asphalt. The truck. The whistle stopped.
“We found another one!” Someone shouted, and the paramedics rushed on that direction. It was under the car. Was that… Jeff? You heard a woman’s scream.
When your throats started to ache, you realized you were the one screaming.
Someone grabbed you. You turned around, freaking out, and saw Jeff embracing you. He looked perfectly fine. His white shirt was spotless, his cap didn’t move an inch since before the crash.
“J-Jeff? What the…?”
You looked at yourself. Your green dress was just as tidy. The arm, previously slashed apart by glass, didn’t had a single scratch.
“Something happened, I don’t know what” he tried to explain. His face didn’t look as good as the rest of him. He was pale and seemingly about to throw up. “We’re there… but we’re also here”
Your eyes widened. Your car crashed and some extracorporeal shit started going on? That was bullshit. A sick joke.
“I don’t believe in that crap!” you pushed him away and walked towards the wrecked vehicle. As soon as you looked at the body underneath it, you let out another scream, mortified.
Nobody even looked at you. You stared at them, tears running down your face, and tried to reach them. You shouted, punched them, did everything you could think of. Nothing worked. It was like you weren’t even there.
“Jeff” you cried. “What happened to us? That… thing… under the car. I don’t even know which one of us it is. It’s totally deformed”
“I know, I know” he hugged you. You sobbed so hard it hurt your back, but you couldn’t stop.
“Are we-” you started, but couldn’t bring yourself to say what you were thinking. Dead. The whole situation said it loud and clear: you were both dead. Not much left for interpretation.
“I’m not sure” he said, while he watched the body underneath the car be taken away to the ambulance. He turned you around so you wouldn’t see. “They already took one of us to the hospital. Let’s follow the next one there and see what we can find out, okay?”
You nodded. He gently grabbed your waist and lifted you high enough to reach the passenger seat of the ambulance.
“I’m going behind” he said. “There’s no room for both of us here”
“Don’t” you held his hand as tight as you could. “You can fit here too if we squeeze”
“Okay” he climbed up.
You remained silent all the way to the hospital. You weren’t sure if the paramedics talked to each other. If they did, you were too distracted to pay attention. The initial panic worn off and you were now completely void.
You did look at Jeff once to see how was he doing. He seemed lost in thoughts, somewhere in between serenely and sadly. A glance of concern crossed his face when he caught you looking at him, but it disappeared as fast as it came. Also, he didn’t look like he was going to throw up anymore.
Once you got to the hospital, he jumped out and picked you up. You walked through the front door, not looking behind, avoiding the bruised and crushed body.
“I think that’s you on the E.R.” Jeff pointed out. You looked away and saw yourself, dressed in emerald clothes and covered in blood. You were lying on a stretcher, lots of agitated doctors around you. You gasped.
“The one underneath the car is me. I figured” Jeff nodded. “Let’s do this: you stick around your body and I’ll go find mine”
“Okay” you said, unsure. “But let’s meet back here once we have news. I don’t wanna be alone”
“Deal” he said, and left to find himself on his own stretcher, paramedics pulling him out of the ambulance. You looked away and approached yourself.
Another doctor, looking a little older than the others, reached out for your stretcher too.
“What’s the chart?”
“(Y/A) year old female, car crash. Basilar skull fracture, pneumothorax, broken jaw, broken wrist, minor contusions and two open wounds on the thigh and forearm”
“Did you get an O.R.?”
“They’re all occupied, but Dr. Grey is almost done with her carotid endarterectomy in O.R. 2”
“Page Dr. Shepherd, Dr. Bailey, Dr. Hunt and Dr. Torres. I want only the best people on this. I know (Y/N), I am friends with her parents. Did she come in alone?”
“No sir. Male driver, allegedly Jeffrey Atkins according to the documents found on the car, but no visual confirmation” a paramedic answered.
“Meaning what?” a younger doctor asked.
“Too many injuries to be recognized”
“O.R. 2 is clear” a nurse showed up and informed.
You met Jeff at the waiting room, as you agreed. He was there, asleep on a chair. You sat beside him and, even though you tried to do it silently, you ended up waking him. His blue eyes greeted you, and he let out a lazy smile.
“How are you doing?”
“I got out of surgery a few hours ago. The doctors just told my parents I’m in a coma” you rubbed your eyes. “I’m so tired”
“Yeah, me too”
“What about you? I mean, your other you” you asked, causing Jeff’s smile to widen up a little.
“Some people came by to see me. Clay and a few jocks. My parents are out of town so I guess they will take a while to get here. My grandma came, though”
“But what about you? Are you okay?”
“I’ll be fine” he said simply, and saw the look in your eyes. “Do you want the full medical report? I broke a lot of bones, lost a leg and a hand, my face looks like Quasimodo’s but worst”
You held your breath.
“Oh my god, Jeff, I’m so sorry…”
“Yeah… and only thing I can think about, with all that happening, is that I’ll never play baseball again. How stupid is that?”
“It’s not stupid” you held his hand. “Look at me”
He looked up and you saw the red puffy bags under his eyes.
“I’m here for you, okay? I’m so sorry, this is all my fault” your voice broke.
“What are you talking about?”
“You wouldn’t have been anywhere near that cliff if you weren’t giving me a ride”
He shook his head.
“(Y/N), don’t do this to yourself. If we’re gonna talk about blame, there’s enough to share. If you’re gonna feel guilty about that, I should feel too. I’m the one who forgot my seatbelt, and I’m the one who wanted to take a shortcut. Zach is the one who sent me on a beer run. The truck driver is the one who didn’t see us. We could go on forever and it still wouldn’t make anything better. It would only get worse, with that poisonous feeling”
You nodded. After a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke again.
“I think we should get out of here”
“And go where?”
“Wherever we want. It might take a while until we wake up, and we should do something other than feeling sorry for ourselves until then. What do you say?”
“Well… why not?”