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Everything is bright past the other side, she has to put her hand up to cover her eyes at the bright oranges and pinks of the lowering sun. She vaguely remembers this light from the few seconds of consciousness before death. But it feels different, she feels so alive. Alive and in…excruciating agony. Her face and limbs burn with a pain she didn’t know was possible. She cannot quite remember what happened to get her in this scenario, that is until she sees the broken cart about twenty feet away.
The ground near it is covered in something red, and also broken metal and wood. Something went horribly wrong here. She places a hand on her head, trying to remember exactly what happened, and trying to stop the pounding headache she has. The second her hand touches her face, it stings. She immediately pulls her hand away and looks at it…covered in blood. She recoils in disgust and wipes her hand on her jumper skirt, frowning as she sees the horrible state the rest of her body is in.
And then she remembers. At least, she remembers everything after the crash happened. She remembers hitting the ground and screaming and then seeing the other five in the warehouse. Those were her friends, where are her friends? She is at the site of the accident, they should-
“Oh my god.” She says, as she sees the figure sitting in the cart.
She hisses in pain as she slowly tries to stand and walk closer to the cart, limping with every step.
“O.Ocean…I m.ade it..” She walks closer, stumbling as agony roars through her legs. She feels like she is about to collapse, but she forces through it to get closer and closer. She is just a few feet away when she reaches towards orange hair that shines in the sunset, but she trips and falls to the ground in pain. She crawls closer on the ground, hands and knees digging into blood coated dirt and gravel. She pulls herself up with the edge of the cart and sits on the ledge of it, pulling her arms around the ginger girl sitting perfectly still in the seat. She pulls Ocean out of the cart and holds her close, warm hands carding through Ocean’s hair as she presses the girl’s head into her chest.
“I..I made it….” She says between sobs. She clutches the fabric of Ocean’s jumper desperately, willing her to wake up, willing her to blink her eyes open and smile through the pain and say ‘wow.. this hurts a lot…’
Except Ocean doesn’t wake up. Ocean’s skin is cold and has lost it’s colour, and her eyes stay closed. She can hear sirens faintly in the background, but she stays still holding Ocean so tightly. If her jumper wasn’t already stained because of all of the blood, it definitely is now because of her tears. She can feel a rough hand on her shoulder, but she doesn’t look at the person, sitting curled around Ocean sobbing. She hears faint muffled talking next to her and can hear more people surrounding her, and she can feel herself being gently pulled away from Ocean. She screams and lashes out, throwing an arm to the side to elbow someone who had grabbed her arm to pull her back. She stares at the person with wide frightened eyes, barely able to make out what they were saying to her, and barely able to make out their face through her blurry tear filled vision.
She sees their shoulders lower sadly, before they reach out to her again. She pulls away, clutching Ocean’s body. She keeps one arm wrapped around Ocean’s torso and the other going behind and holding up Ocean’s head. Her warm hands curl intertwined in hair that slowly gets darker and more of a burnt orange as the sun continues its downwards path. She feels a bit delirious and faint as she keeps losing blood that she forgot she was spilling, head falling to rest in the crook of Ocean’s neck out of exhaustion. She feels arms wrap around her again but she doesn’t have the energy to shake them off, only curl closer into herself and Ocean, hand moving to clutch the headband laced through messy orange strands. She feels herself be pulled up, still holding Ocean and onto a relatively soft bed like structure, but she can’t seem to keep her eyes open long enough to tell what it is before the bright lights fill her vision and she is forced to close them. Blinking wildly through half closed eyes, she cannot see much. Finally she passes out with the ginger clutched tightly in her embrace. It’s alright, at least she still has Ocean in her arms, maybe she will wake up and Ocean will have woken up too.