congrats on 300 that is so incredible!! you seem like an absolute gem and you deserve them all and more ❤️ i saw on your post you had first responder as a blurb idea and i’ve never seen that done before, so can i request it? maybe something a lil angsty where the reader is in a car crash or something do whatever your heart wants but i can’t wait to see what this will be like
Thank you! Heres some super late cop!Harrison stuff for you anon!
The light in front of you turned green, you slowly pressed on the gas and accelerated. There was a honk behind you. It was as if time slowed down, screeching tires and shattered glass sounded far away, like echoes. The bits of tempered glass that fell around you told you that they weren’t. It was from your window You automatically sheltered your face with your arms. You hit the brake on instinct and felt the car spin slightly. Your head went back and hit the headrest behind you.
Once everything had stopped you looked over to the passenger side, the window was shattered, glass flooded the front seats of your car and the A-pillar was dented in, cracking the windshield. You turned off the car, pulling the keys out the ignition. With shaking legs, you got out of the car and went to inspect the exterior damage. You wiped at your eyes, when had you started crying?
A woman ran up to you and asked if you were okay. You nodded. Everything else that she said blurred together. You thought you heard something about her having called the cops but you weren’t really listening to what she was saying. The guy from the other car got out. His air bag was blown and his legs visibly shook. He wobbled over to you mutter apologies. You could hardly hear over the ringing in your ears that seemed to crescendo do a deafening volume before disappearing after a moment. Sirens wailed seemingly from all directions until you heard them stop a bit in front of you, sirens off, lights blinding you, even in the broad daylight.
Someone brought you over to an ambulance and sat you in the back, they checked your eyes and started to patch up a cut. You felt your head pound gently. While you were sitting there a cop came up to you.
“Hello miss. I’m just here to take a statement from you. If you feel up to it of course.” You nod. His name tag read ‘Osterfield’ across it, it took up most of the space on the fabric. “Do you have your license on you?”
“Uh yeah I should hold on” you search through your bag, the paramedic leaned back from you, mildly annoyed that she can’t continue her work. You hand him your license and registration, he takes down your info and hands them back to you. He runs through the basic questions: what happened; how fast were you going, were you texting or using your phone, were you under the influence. You answer everything truthfully.
“Alright then. That’s pretty much it” he dots the end of what he was writing dramatically. “Just need one more thing is all” he clicks his pen and puts it away.
