"I don't know..." He shakes his head, still holding the phone to his ear. Where were they? Ronan's mind was drawing a blank. There was too much happening. Adam was doing nothing. Blue was freaking out. Ronan wanted to curl up with Gansey and die. What did he do? He didn't know what to do. "I don't know what to do, K. What do I do?"
It was Blue struggling to drag her dead boyfriend out of the rain that snapped him out of it somewhat. He couldn't take the sight of her struggling to move him alone.
"I have to help Blue. I'm putting Adam on. He's out of it. Make him talk. He can tell you where we are. There is GPS in that fucking car."
He stuffed the phone in Adam's hand and gave his face a hard enough smack to get his attention. "Tell him where the fuck we are!"
Running over to Blue he carefully takes Gansey's arm from around her shoulders. He shouldn't feel this heavy, he thought. But it felt like he was trying to pick up one of these damn cars. His eyes met Blue's. "Get the door." He says as gently as he can manage. "I've got him." Now he has him. When it was too late.
She opens the door to the Bentley, it would be too hard to get him in the backseat of the two door Pig like this. Ronan is careful as he moves him to lay across the back seat. As he lays him down a hand sweeps over his face to get the hair out of his eyes. Once again he checks for a pulse. Just in case. Fuck you for leaving me, he can't help but think. Come back, please, is what he thinks next as he starts to choke up again.
Out of the car he points to Parrish and then to the open passengers door. "Get in the fucking car, Parrish! We have to get this off the road!"
Right now he is all action. He has to be or he'll fall apart and be useless. His friends need him now. He promised Gansey when they were talking about school that he would take care of them. It wasn't supposed to be like this, but he promised. He swore he would take care of them and now is the time.
The drivers door bounces against the hinges as he yanks the door open and slides into the seat. He turns the Bentley over and pulls it to the side of the road. For a long moment he sits there holding the steering wheel, hands violently shaking. A deep, deep breath and he is back out of the car. He closes the hood of the Pig. Retrieves the keys. Locks the doors. Opens the trunk. Finds a crowbar.
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Date: 2015-03-19 07:35 am (UTC)It was Blue struggling to drag her dead boyfriend out of the rain that snapped him out of it somewhat. He couldn't take the sight of her struggling to move him alone.
"I have to help Blue. I'm putting Adam on. He's out of it. Make him talk. He can tell you where we are. There is GPS in that fucking car."
He stuffed the phone in Adam's hand and gave his face a hard enough smack to get his attention. "Tell him where the fuck we are!"
Running over to Blue he carefully takes Gansey's arm from around her shoulders. He shouldn't feel this heavy, he thought. But it felt like he was trying to pick up one of these damn cars. His eyes met Blue's. "Get the door." He says as gently as he can manage. "I've got him." Now he has him. When it was too late.
She opens the door to the Bentley, it would be too hard to get him in the backseat of the two door Pig like this. Ronan is careful as he moves him to lay across the back seat. As he lays him down a hand sweeps over his face to get the hair out of his eyes. Once again he checks for a pulse. Just in case. Fuck you for leaving me, he can't help but think. Come back, please, is what he thinks next as he starts to choke up again.
Out of the car he points to Parrish and then to the open passengers door. "Get in the fucking car, Parrish! We have to get this off the road!"
Right now he is all action. He has to be or he'll fall apart and be useless. His friends need him now. He promised Gansey when they were talking about school that he would take care of them. It wasn't supposed to be like this, but he promised. He swore he would take care of them and now is the time.
The drivers door bounces against the hinges as he yanks the door open and slides into the seat. He turns the Bentley over and pulls it to the side of the road. For a long moment he sits there holding the steering wheel, hands violently shaking. A deep, deep breath and he is back out of the car. He closes the hood of the Pig. Retrieves the keys. Locks the doors. Opens the trunk. Finds a crowbar.