AndNich123
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 22, 2014
“I know. I don’t think he did this, but why M’Lord? He was drunk and driving?” She looks up the hill watching them all leave. “Come on. We better go too.” She looks back at the car. “Wait a second.” She heads for the car to simply look at it. The blood still on the seat and the steering wheel. ‘He shouldn’t have been here. I put him here. If I had never left…..’ She reaches in and grabs his phone. “Alright. We can go. Tell me what he meant,” she asked heading up the hill. “He said Mason was on the bridge about to cross. What does that mean M’Lord?”
Mason groaned as they put him on the backboard. “Don’t….scratch the paint,” he teased. The EMTs comment about the smell on his breath, and how he’s lucky he didn’t kill anyone. “There was….a deer, but I didn’t hit it.” His head was pounding and swimming from the sake still. “Jareth! No more….sake.” The EMTs pause looking at Mason before looking back to Jareth. They continue their work and carry him up to the ambulance. “Sorry Sir. We’re going to be working on him. You have to sit there. I know you want to hold his hand, but we need to check him.”
“It’s okay….beautiful eyes. I’m right….here.”
“Sir where do you hurt?”
“My head….is pounding, and….my chest hurts….when I breathe. I’m so….sleepy.”
“Stay awake Sir. You might have a concussion. You can’t sleep.”
“So….tired. Can’t….keep my eyes….open.”
“Sir!” He begins to shake and rub his arm.
“I’m ok. I’m not….sleeping. Just keep….talking….to me. Be careful,” he grins. “Beautiful eyes….might get jealous….of you touching….me.” The man can’t help but grin at Mason and Jareth. “I’ll keep that in mind Sir. He must love you a lot. You’re a lucky man.”
"You bet....I am. Ask him. I make....a good....dessert." The man blushes slightly. "Okay then. I'll ask him about it once you're doing better. You just stay with us for now okay?"
Mason opens his eyes and grins. "You're....blushing."
"Yes I am. Why don't you tell me your name Sir?"
"Mason and his name....is Jareth." He turns to Jareth. "Nice to meet you Jareth. I'm gonna take real good care of him. I promise."
Mason groaned as they put him on the backboard. “Don’t….scratch the paint,” he teased. The EMTs comment about the smell on his breath, and how he’s lucky he didn’t kill anyone. “There was….a deer, but I didn’t hit it.” His head was pounding and swimming from the sake still. “Jareth! No more….sake.” The EMTs pause looking at Mason before looking back to Jareth. They continue their work and carry him up to the ambulance. “Sorry Sir. We’re going to be working on him. You have to sit there. I know you want to hold his hand, but we need to check him.”
“It’s okay….beautiful eyes. I’m right….here.”
“Sir where do you hurt?”
“My head….is pounding, and….my chest hurts….when I breathe. I’m so….sleepy.”
“Stay awake Sir. You might have a concussion. You can’t sleep.”
“So….tired. Can’t….keep my eyes….open.”
“Sir!” He begins to shake and rub his arm.
“I’m ok. I’m not….sleeping. Just keep….talking….to me. Be careful,” he grins. “Beautiful eyes….might get jealous….of you touching….me.” The man can’t help but grin at Mason and Jareth. “I’ll keep that in mind Sir. He must love you a lot. You’re a lucky man.”
"You bet....I am. Ask him. I make....a good....dessert." The man blushes slightly. "Okay then. I'll ask him about it once you're doing better. You just stay with us for now okay?"
Mason opens his eyes and grins. "You're....blushing."
"Yes I am. Why don't you tell me your name Sir?"
"Mason and his name....is Jareth." He turns to Jareth. "Nice to meet you Jareth. I'm gonna take real good care of him. I promise."