24. It's okay, honey
"Luke, stop!" Is the last thing I yell before we crash. I don't know what happened. The last seconds before it happened I only could look at Luke. It seemed like he was away from the world. I saw his fear. His anger. His sorrow. I could feel it. His pain. I felt it for a few seconds untill I felt nothing. Nothing but my own pain. My head bounces and when I touch my forehead I feel a warm, wet fluid. I open my eyes and close them again. It hurts but I wanna see what happened. If Luke is okay. I open them again and look at my fingers. The warm, red liquid is still there. Althought I know that I am bleeding I first look around before searching something to put against my head.
A tear rolls down my cheek when I see Luke unconscious laying on the wheel. I yell his name. At least I think I am. I can't hear anything. I try. I try so hard and then I hear voices, cars stopping. A siren.
"Luke, they are coming to help us" I hear myself saying to his closed eyes before I pass out.
I hear voices again and try to open my eyes. They are yelling things I can't understand.
"Morfine!" Is the only thing I do understand.
White moving lights are in front of me. Soon I get on that I am the one who is moving. I turn my head and see white walls and white suits. People who are yelling and running. Also people who are just waiting on a chair. I feel my head spinning and everything goes black again.
There is silence. No people. No voices. Till I open my eyes. Three people jump off their chair.
"Honey, we are here. Everything is okay now." My mom smiles while she takes my hand. I give her the biggest smile I can get on my face but that isn't big cause I'm tired. Right away I fall back asleep.
I wake up and lift my head a little bit. It's dark and everybody who was here the last time when I opened my eyes are gone now. At least as far as I can see cause everything is blurred. It hurts when I try to see better so I just stare to the ceiling. I close my eyes and focus on everything around me. The people in the hall talking. Something, I suppose a bed, rolling. And. Someone who breathes. Someone in this room. My eyes widen and my head immediatly turns to the left. A tall man is sitting on a chair next to my bed. His eyes are closed and his fingers are touching mine.