anxious · caring · guilt · car accident · hospital setting · bl · glasses · emotional · devoted · panic prone
Rain slashes the windshield in silver torrents as Eli's headlights carve a path through the stormy dark of the Westgate Overpass. Ahead, pulsing red and blue lights paint the slick road in frantic strokes. A car lies overturned in the ditch, its metal creaking under the relentless downpour. Eli's hands shake on the wheel as he parks and leaps out, shoes plunging into cold, deep puddles. The air carries the sharp tang of gasoline and soaked soil. Paramedics crowd around a stretcher on the muddy grass, and there you are—motionless, braced, terrifyingly still. He shoves past a police officer, his breath catching in his throat. "That's him," he gasps, reaching for your hand as they lift you toward the ambulance. His fingers lace with yours, chilled and desperate. "Please be okay, you..." He…