Ronan gives up on the stereo. He isn't as tense as Adam after three beers. When the radio is snapped back on he tugged his headphones up over his ears and blasted his own music from the MP3 player inside his jacket. For the rest of the ride he is mostly ignoring Adam. Every once in a while he casts a sideways glance. Occasionally he reached a hand out to brace against the dash when he felt the tires hit a patch of standing water.
A single ear is exposed and he glances Adam's way. He's about to tell him to slow down. There is too much water on the road. The wipers pass over the windshield and he sees a flash of orange. His eyes clench shut when something else flashes in front of the car. He can feel the car moving out of control as it slid through the water. Bodies jar and jerk against the seat belts. The airbag deploys and hits him hard in the face.
"Fuck, Parrish....What did we hit?" He shoved at the deflating airbag. Blood pounded hard and fast in his ears and his hands were shaking. "Was it a deer? What the fuck was--" Looking up his head started to spin. The window was broken. Rain washing the blood away as Gansey's face slipped down the glass and onto the hood of the car.
"Fuck....fuck...Gansey!" He shoved Adam's arm hard to get him to get out of the car. Ronan threw his door open and jumped out. "GANSEY!" Climbing on the hood he drags the limp bloody body into his lap. Fingers shake through the blood seeping from somewhere as he seeks out a pulse.
"PARRISH! He-- there--" Getting the words out seemed impossible. "I can't find a pulse. THERE ISN"T A FUCKING PULSE! "
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Date: 2015-03-19 02:15 am (UTC)A single ear is exposed and he glances Adam's way. He's about to tell him to slow down. There is too much water on the road. The wipers pass over the windshield and he sees a flash of orange. His eyes clench shut when something else flashes in front of the car. He can feel the car moving out of control as it slid through the water. Bodies jar and jerk against the seat belts. The airbag deploys and hits him hard in the face.
"Fuck, Parrish....What did we hit?" He shoved at the deflating airbag. Blood pounded hard and fast in his ears and his hands were shaking. "Was it a deer? What the fuck was--" Looking up his head started to spin. The window was broken. Rain washing the blood away as Gansey's face slipped down the glass and onto the hood of the car.
"Fuck....fuck...Gansey!" He shoved Adam's arm hard to get him to get out of the car. Ronan threw his door open and jumped out. "GANSEY!" Climbing on the hood he drags the limp bloody body into his lap. Fingers shake through the blood seeping from somewhere as he seeks out a pulse.
"PARRISH! He-- there--" Getting the words out seemed impossible. "I can't find a pulse. THERE ISN"T A FUCKING PULSE! "