I couldn’t place whose idea it was to hug in the middle of a road, but we did and it wasn’t the best idea we’d ever had. The squeal of breaks was the first to sound; I looked over the heads of my friends to see a Bugatti Veyron skidding towards us. My adrenalin kicked in and everything seemed to go in slow motion, I almost tackled Aimee and Flo to the pavement. I grabbed Ian’s collar and hauled him out the way of the car, but I wasn’t quick enough to get Silas out the way. He had always been a little slower than the average person; he’d barely even noticed the car before it collided with his legs. In my bid to save Silas, I jumped onto the car and was impaled into the windscreen with a large crack and crash as the glass imploded. I fell onto the driver and passenger, glass slicing every inch of my skin. As the car came to a stop about twenty meters later, I was able to sit up and I caught a glance of Silas who was now behind the car lying lifelessly in the road. I felt my stomach turn and I threw up over the dashboard of the car; the driver groaned and yelled. “Not the dashboard, these things cost thousands you know!” With that he pushed me through the door onto the road. I scrambled up and made my way to Silas,
“You stupid idiots, who stands in the middle of a highway?” he called from behind, following me. I wiped the sick from my mouth and stumbled forward; Aimee caught me and with the help of Ian lowered me to the ground. By now there was a queue of cars forming behind us and slowly, one by one, they passed as the passengers gazed onto the scene some pointing and staring gormlessly. Thankfully somebody had called the ambulance and soon Silas was being carried into the van, Aimee had been sat at my side the whole time.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I muttered,
“You don’t look it,”
“It’s just a couple of scratches, nothing’s broken…” I reminded her, she rested her head on my arm which didn’t have any shards of glass in and gripped my hand heavily so I could feel her pulse.
“We’d like to speak to the driver, have you seen him?” a policeman asked walking up to me, I turned slowly and pointed to the Bugatti…but it had gone.
“It was just there, the driver got out and came over…” I muttered, “he couldn’t have driven that car off without us knowing…It was barely roadworthy and it has a loud engine and…”
“Are you sure you didn’t hit your head?” the policeman asked,
“No, he definitely was parked there; he was in a Bugatti Veyron and had dark hair,”
“I’ll get a paramedic to come over,” the policeman told me, obviously convinced I was concussed. They told me I had to go to hospital because they had to remove the glass so Aimee sat in the ambulance with me, holding my hand and looking around worriedly.
“How’s Silas?” I heard her ask. My mind had begun to slow and my thoughts were becoming less and less coherent, just like I was about to fall asleep and soon everything went blurry and I collapsed.
“He’s awake!” I heard a voice cry as I peeled my eyes open slowly, “He’s awake! He’s awake!”
I groaned in response. There was a bright light shining in my eyes and cool hands were pressing me and poking me. I groaned again.
“Can you feel this?” the doctor ran his hand over my head, I tried to speak but it came out as a disjointed mumble sounding like I was crying. “Good.” He smiled, “you’ll be feeling better soon, you’re still a bit groggy from your operation.”
“You had an operation,” Aimee relayed as if I couldn’t understand a Canadian accent.
“A small vessel in your brain burst with impact from the crash, we managed to subdue the bleeding and reconnect the capillary,”
“Hey there trooper,” Silas came into the room, memories flooded back, hadn’t Silas almost died?
“H-ughhh- i,” I attempted weakly; Silas smiled and handed a coffee to Aimee.
“You had us all a little worried,” he explained, “Brain surgery isn’t a walk in the park,”
No kidding.I thought.
“You should be good to go home tomorrow,” the doctor smiled kindly,
“Ar-ennnnt yuh gonna…” I droned, Aimee put her hand on my knee to quieten me and spoke on my behalf,
“Don’t you need to monitor him for longer? I mean he just had brain surgery, aren’t there other complications which could occur if…”
“No,” the doctor interrupted, “the capillary was so small, almost insignificant and despite the risk of it re-breaking, he won’t be affected,”
“Then why did you put it back together?” Flo asked from the corner of the room, she wasn’t very good with blood.
“Because of the amount of blood which had rushed to his head, it had created almost a hosepipe affect. When large amounts of water travel through a hosepipe in high pressure, if you let go of the end the pipe flails about and squirts water in all directions. Because now he’s rested and calm, if the capillary broke the blood would just ooze out, clot and refuse the capillary.”
What the doctor was saying didn’t make much sense, but I was pleased I could go home soon. It was then that I remembered I couldn’t go home, I would go back to Four Seasons and resume my holiday.
As I tried to sleep that night images of the crash flashed into my mind and the realisation hit me like a hammer, the man driving the car was that guy, Guy! He had been watching Lou and following us around, well it seemed like he had, always appearing wherever we were… The veyron’s have good breaks; unless he was distracted it would have been so easy to slow the car or even stop before it hit us. It was like he was trying to hit us. A hit and run…but how many more times was he going to hit us? And how many times would he be willing to run?