alivewithmagic:
The world spun dangerously in and out of focus as he sank into the dewy grass. He stared dumbly at his arm as blood dripped down his arm, spattering his running shoes and the grass around him. His mind ran around in circles as the girl called the emergency room and sat down beside him. “I’m…. James. James Trotter,” he stammered out. “I’m twenty nine. I’m from England but I’ve lived here since I was eighteen.” He swallowed. “I- I’m gonna faint….”He stammered out weakly before falling straight back, eyes rolling into his head.
@beatrice-byrd
“I’m Beatrice. It’s going to be okay, just hang on a little longer.” Her head was on a swivel searching for any sign of help. Still watching him out of the corner of her eyes. “No, no, no.” She cried as she grabbed hold of him so he didn’t hit the ground. Resting his head in her lap, fear began to color her eyes. The panic finally creeped into her voice. “James! James come on I need you to wake up! Look I’m not going to lie I don’t really know what I’m doing here. So please wake up.” Beatrice started rambling, hoping that the paramedics would get here fast.
“Beatrice…..” he murmured. “That’s… that’s a really pretty name. I haven’t heard it in a while.” He stammered out, wanting to try and not pass out before help got to him. He felt her slapping in him and kept his eyes open as wide as he could as the world spun around him. “I…. Is this normal in America? It seems very dangerous to have something so… horrid in the park where children play…” in retrospect, he was glad it had been him instead of a child. The trap was small but if a child had reached in, he might have had his arm broken. He heard a wail of sirens in the distance and swallowed. “I…. Thank you for calling them.”














