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Chapter 11 - The Depression pt 2.
Episode 2.
------Congo's point of view-----
Congo: *I have to admit, as I spotted that bike, I feared the worst!
I tried to keep up with Andy, I wanted to be able to reach him, grab his shoulder and prevent him from seeing whatever the result must have been of that long slide mark in the grass.
It looked bad. Really bad.
Even if the ground was soft and kinda swampy out here, there wasn't much of a chance to get out of a crash like that in a good shape.
So it's safe to say I was already searching for my phone in my pockets, ready to dial 911.
As I finally caught up with Andy, he was on his knees, bend over Evan, and it was clear to hear he was sobbing.*
Andy? Is he okay?
Evan: Yes, he is okay *he chuckled softly* but he wont be much longer, if Andy keeps choking him! *He whimpered softly from pain as he tried to laugh*
Congo: *I grabbed Andy's shoulders and gently wrestled him off Evan* Sweetheart, you need to let him breathe a bit… please.
I bend over Evan, and although there weren't much visible scratches except a scratch on his chin, I couldn't help but notice the pain in his eyes*
Where are you hurt? Should I call an ambulance?
Evan: *He sighed from pain and closed his eyes* No no… it's my shoulder… it has somehow fallen out of it's socket, and I can't get it back in place… can you give me a hand? All you have to do is…
Congo: *I nodded agreeing* I know, it's not the first time I have done something like that. Can you sit up?
Evan: *Shook his head lightly* No… I'm afraid you have to pull me up. It was hard enough sms'ing with Andy.
*He looked at Andy with a soft smile* I'm sorry I lied to you… I'm not okay… and I do have plenty of power on my phone, I just couldn't lift the phone far enough to handle a call, and I didn't want to worry you more than I knew you already were.
I hate lying, specially to you… but…
Andy: *He nodded softly* I understand… it's okay.
Congo: Right. *I grabbed Evans right hand* Hold on tight, I'm gonna yank you up quickly, on 3. It's going to hurt!
Evan: *He nodded bravely and sank his teeth into his bottom lip*
Congo: 1…. 2… 3! *At the exact 3 I pulled as hard and fast as I could, making Evan sit up straight in a split second, quite surprisingly he didn't make a single sound. *Are you okay?
*I looked at him a bit doubting*
Evan: *He sighed deeply* yeah, I'm okay. But please take care of my shoulder before I lose my nerves! *he forced a nervous laughter and grabbed onto one of Andy's hands, holding it tight*
Congo: *I nodded at him* On 3.
1…. 2… *This time I yanked his left arm before 3, and was not surprised when he yelped loudly*
Andy: God! Evan! Are you okay? *He looked at me with anxious eyes* Is he okay??
Evan: *Chuckled softly* I'm okay. Thank you, Congo.
*He slowly and very gently moved his shoulder around a bit. It hurts like hell, but at least it's in the right place now.
Congo: *I Smiled softly* Good. Now… do I dare to ask what happened here?
Evan: *He sighed deeply* Would you believe me if I said a rabbit ran out in front of me, and I was stupid enough to dodge it, even if I know that's the last thing you should ever try?
Congo: *I chuckled softly* Yes, I do believe that. And I'm glad to hear you weren't drunk.
Evan: *He smiled softly and nodded* Yeah, no… I try to avoid drunk driving as much as possible.
Congo: *I nodded agreeing and got up slowly* How about your bike? Did it survive?
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got blood work done today and i just remembered a time i got blood work done as a teen. after the nurse drew like 6 vials of the stuff, i asked him “is all that mine?” and he said “not anymore” and walked off
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i like the genre of animal photos where you can tell they just dipped their face into a carcass and they dont even care (artistic interpretation)
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