☤ – MISFORTUNE – Your muse has a terrible accident and barely survives.
Grantaire was reading when the screeching of tyres in the street outside his apartment drew his attention. A low curse was muttered as he got to his feet and headed over to the window, peering into the grey and drizzly sky for a brief moment before turning his gaze to the scene below.
A car. A mangled bike. Grantaire felt himself wince. Even from his top floor window, he could see that there was a lot of blood. And, as if the scene wasn't horrific enough, the car only hesitated for a moment before speeding off down the street.
Just as well Grantaire had a photographic memory and was able to note down the license plate.
Cradling his phone between his ear and his shoulder as he rattled off the details to an emergency services operator, insisting on the need for an ambulance and a police response, he thundered his way down the six flights of stairs as quickly as he could manage. He needed to get as much information as possible so that he could relay it to the operator and...
"Shit...!"
It came out in a soft breath, sucked from his lungs as the impact of shock hit his chest.
"Combeferre...?"
He dropped to his knees by the mangled, bloodied body of his friend.
"Ferre? Combeferre, can you hear me?!"
