"Ronan. Ronan, just listen to me." Kavinsky is jittery, trying to think. He's never heard Ronan sound like this before, but he's heard this kind of strange distance in other people's voices before, plenty of times, all after someone has died.

Gansey. Gansey's dead. He wonders if he's a lot more high than he thought he was. He wonders if they've called an ambulance. "Are you hurt?" He wonders if Blue was hurt too, or Adam, or Ronan or... Gansey. When did he start caring this much about the pretentious fuck? "Did you call anyone for help? Fuck, Ronan. Just stay there."

Before he can figure out a plan with Ronan, the phone is getting passed off and he cradles the phone as if that'll get Ronan's attention better. "No, no, no.... shit. Parrish? Hey, you there?"

Kavinsky is grabbing for his things, unsure of where he even left half his shit, but all he needs are his shoes and his jacket. His car keys. "Hey, fucktards! Where the fuck are my keys?" He yells at his friends, and Proko comes over and smacks the keys that are already in his hand. Kavinsky lets out a huff and ignores their questions as he starts heading out.

"Parrish, what happened? Where are you? I'm fucking coming, alright? Whatever happened, they'll know it was an accident. It's raining cats and motherfucking dogs out here." He doesn't know who was driving, or which car hit Gansey, but he can't imagine any of them are in good shape right now.

He's soaked to the bone by the time he gets in his car, doing everything he can to protect his phone from the rain. "Hey, are you still there?" He starts the car up, slamming the music off and the windshield wipers on, but even then, he can barely see out his window. "Okay, shitstain. You can do this. You drive fucked out of your head all the god damn time. This is the only time that counts," he mumbles to himself, pulling out of the driveway.