UNCLE COLT GOT HIT BY A CAR
He what.
Where is he? Is someone going to get him, or is he still where he got hit?
@colt-seavers-official
I'm... fine! Really, I just got a bit scraped up. *actively bleeding with multiple broken ribs and a leg pointed in an odd angle*
no ur not
@goosiegurlie, @sierrasix-official, get in the van we’re going to get him right now, @colt-seavers-official STAY WHEREVER THE FUCK U ARE
*I climb in the drivers seat of the van*
No, guys, seriously, I'm-- *groans in agony* Ugh... Okay, I won't move.
I hop onto the passenger seat of the van.
"Papa, you take the backseat that way you can haul Uncle Colt into the van."
@sierrasix-official
Alright, alright. I'm in, let's just go before he bleeds out.
ALRIGHT LETS…wait….where the fuck r u @colt-seavers-official?
Uh... I don't know... I think near highway seven or something...
Alright HEADING THAT WAY NOW
*pulls out the driveway blasting Mystical Magical by Benson Boone*
MOONBEAM ICE CREAM TAKING OFF UR BLUE JEANS DANCING AT THE MOVIES-
(I do it every time, js not the same song)
I'm belting out the lyrics with you, tapping my finger on my thigh anxiously as I try to stop myself from panicking.
@sizzleq2
@sierrasix-official
*we get to the highway nd look around*
HES OVER THERE
*we find @colt-seavers-official lying on the ground nd pull over*
OH GOD WE NEED TO GET U TO MEDBAY, @goosiegurlie, @sierrasix-official, HELP ME GET HIM TO THE VAN!
"I've got him, stand back-"
He's out of the van almost before it stops moving and drops to a knee to scoop Court up, careful not to bump him around too much.
"Your job is staying awake until we get to the med bay Colt, think you can do that for me little brother?"
@colt-seavers-official
@goosiegurlie
A sharp yelp leapt out of Colt the moment he is lifted from the group, effectively startling him awake enough to focus unsteadily on his older brother.
"I... dunno... I feel really tired," he mumbles, his words practically slurred. His body is fully limp while he's brought over to the van.
"Think m'gonna throw up.."
@sierrasix-official
@goosiegurlie
@sizzleq2
I practically bolt out of the front seat, flinging the door to the back seat open.
"Ok, Uncle Colt, I need you to just- just keep talking. About anything that comes to mind, anything you want, alrighty?? I can grab you an old plastic bag or something in case you gotta puke, I'm pretty sure we have one lying around in the glove compartment, right Siz?!?"
@colt-seavers-official
@sierrasix-official
@sizzleq2
"If he throws up on me it's fine, wouldn't be the first time. A bag would be appreciated though."
He turned his attention back to Colt and sat him up carefully, at least he wouldn't be laying down if he got sick.
"As for you, sleep isn't allowed. I'll make it my mission to annoy you awake if I have to Colt, you know I will. Stay awake, talk about Simon or plants or- whatever comes to mind, okay?"
@colt-seavers-official
@sizzleq2
@goosiegurlie
"Ugh... okay..." Colt hisses in a breath when he's placed gently into the backseat and a shaky hand reaches out to grab at his ribs.
"I actually think-- shit!-- Taylor Swift was pretty bad, ough, before Red. Like, really, really bad. I can't stand any of it."
@sierrasix-official
@goosiegurlie
@sizzleq2
"Do I look like a cop to you?! …Don't answer that, break as many as you need to as long as it doesn't get anyone killed."
He's very careful to keep Colt still while they whip around curves, he feels way too much stuff broken to do otherwise.
"Taylor Swift is…a topic, okay. Favorite song of hers Colt, ramble about it. I don't listen to her, make me wanna listen to it."
@colt-seavers-official
@sizzleq2
@goosiegurlie
"Or your three least favorite songs, whichever you prefer to talk about."
I toss an old plastic bag at Court.
"In case he's gotta throw up."
@colt-seavers-official
@sierrasix-official
@sizzleq2
"You do look like a cop, Court-- ugh-- you look like a narc." He has a knuckle-white grip on Court's arms as the pain only seems to worsen the longer he's sitting there.
"I, uh... M-my favourite is All Too Well. It's, um, she expresses yearning really well in it, you know? Which I really -- FUCK!" Tears are spilling down his cheeks by now, mixing with the cuts on his face. "Eugh... I hate everything from Taylor Swift the album. It's absolute... garbage.."
@sierrasix-official
@goosiegurlie
@sizzleq2
"I'm personally a big fan of The Fate of Ophelia, it's- well, I don't have a specific reason why, it's just a really nice song, you get my point, and I don't really have a least favorite, I'm a bit of a swiftie, sue me. Shit you're supposed to be the one talking, not me, dumbass...
Uh, what's your favorite and least favorite song by- shit, I dunno, Imagine Dragons??"
@colt-seavers-official
@sierrasix-official
@sizzleq2
"Ew, don't even m-mention Imagine Dragons around me."
He's practically screaming when he's rushed into the med-bay, his hands grappling at himself and Court wildly. There's blood thoroughly soaking his shirt now and his leg feels like it's been snapped in two.
@sierrasix-official
@goosiegurlie
@sizzleq2
"MEDIC!!! WE NEED A MEDIC OVER HERE!"
I'm doing my best to mask my panic as we rush into the medbay, though I'm not able to hide the way my hands are trembling, so I shove them in my pockets.
@colt-seavers-official
@sierrasix-official
@sizzleq2
@captain-mugi-404
@alec-the-medic
His consciousness is thinning the longer he's left unattended, his eyes gradually wavering shut and his grip begins to thin.
"Am I... gonna be okay...?" he manages.
@sierrasix-official
@sizzleq2
@captain-mugi-404
@alec-the-medic
"You're gonna be fine, they're gonna take care of you and you'll be okay. And if not I might tear the place apart but we'll cross that bridge if we get to it."
Court grabs Colt's hand and holds it tight, squeezing almost enough to hurt so he'll stay awake, and he's shooting glares at any of the medics who try shooing him away so they can work. He's not in the way, he made sure he wasn't, so they can work around him. His attention snaps to the medics suddenly.
"If someone doesn't fix him I'm going to rain hell down on this place."
@sierrasix-official
@sizzleq2
@captain-mugi-404
@alec-the-medic
He's doing his best to cling back, but he can feel himself slipping the more he tries to stay afloat. His whole body is writhing as if trying to escape the pain, but that only makes the agony worse.
"I can't stay awake... I'm sorry, it's just so hard..." His sobs and screams are starting to strangle together the more he's poked and prodded and moved around into rooms.
@sierrasix-official
@sizzleq2
@captain-mugi-404
@alec-the-medic
@goosiegurlie
SOMEONE FOR GODS SAKES GO INTO THE STORAGE AND GET ME SOME GOD DAMN IBUPROFEN AND BLOOD BAGS BEFORE I LOSE MY SHIT.
@sierrasix-official @colt-seavers-official @goosiegurlie @alec-the-medic
"SHIT, I'M ON IT-"
I run off to storage, coming back with what you asked for and practically shoving it at you.
@captain-mugi-404
Thank you Goosie!
*she grunts out, pulling on her gloves and mask getting into the surgery. He was hit with a car, so the legs and back are a definite worry. However, his ribs might pierce his lungs if left alone and with the way his chest dips, it's safe to say at least one is broken. She grabs a scalpel and starts administering an anesthetic to knock out Colt*
"Court, please tell me what injures you saw on the way here"
@sierrasix-official @goosiegurlie @colt-seavers-official
"A few broken ribs, his leg, he's bleeding from...somewhere. And he's had his back broken before so be careful with his spine. That isn't counting all the scratches and road rash either."
Court watched Colt fall asleep and frowned, brushing his hair out of his face and revealing a few more scratches on his forehead in the process.
"...Found more scratches."
@sizzleq2
@captain-mugi-404
@alec-the-medic
@goosiegurlie
@colt-seavers-official
While Court is explaining Colt's injuries to Mugi, I quickly slip out of the surgery room, shoving my trembling hands into my pockets as I speed walk out of the medbay, my gaze fixed on the floor.
*im sitting outside the room door nd notice u*
where are u going?
I turn to you, a blank look on my face.
"I- look, I need a minute. Or ten. If my papa comes out here and asks where I went, just tell him that I'll be back in a bit and that I needed a moment. And if he comes with info on how Uncle Colt is doing, shoot me a text. Cool?"
I don't wait for an answer, I just walk out of the medbay.
