Those moments when you're alone, even when you're surrounded by people...by strangers, those moments are the scariest. When you die, you die alone.
It was like I was staring into the sun. I couldn't keep my eyes open for any longer than a second.
Each blink was a snapshot, fragmented stills in time.
I remember being in too small a space, too small to breathe. A strong metallic smell surrounded me, a warm, sticky liquid causing my hair to stick to my forehead.
"Harry?" Nothing barely came out. My throat was too dry. I struggled to release my seatbelt, feeling helpless knowing that I was about to pass out and that I'd be stuck in here. Harry might've been thrown out of the car, dying in a ditch, bleeding to death.
I remember looking at the passenger seat. No one was there.
Windshield was shattered.
Passenger door was open.
I tried to fight the unconsciousness away but my brain refused to cooperate.
I felt muscles tighten under my body, gently but firmly gripping my torso. I would think there would be difficulty in carrying dead weight yet it seem to be spread evenly. Each step was steady, no hesitation, no falter.
My body was placed on the ground, my head raised above my body. Nothing happened for a while...or maybe it was my consciousness that was fading in and out that made it seem that way.
The burning sensation in my throat had become more intense but it was slightly quelled with a few drops of water...I would've preferred it to be iced and to be given more. I was grateful nonetheless. In fact, I felt my strength returning.
I could hear sirens in a distance...the faint murmuring of voices gathering around me. I couldn't feel the arms around me anymore...they were replaced by multiple arms but theirs shook under my weight.
"She hasn't opened her eyes." Harry.
"She's stable, she'll be fine." A harsh bump forced my eyes open as I was loaded into the back of the ambulance.
"Hey, you got me worried for a second there." He reached out for my hand and I was more than eager to have him hold mine, not only as personal reassurance but for comfort too. He took a look at my hand and reconsidered. I pretended not to notice.
"You...ok?" It still hurt to breathe.
He chuckled. "Rest."