I stared at Nathan with wide-eyes. He looked just as surprised as me. Though he kept wincing as he stood up. I looked across at the guy, anger and relief battling as I narrowed my gaze.
“What the hell were you doing?” I asked, raising my voice and storming towards him. I knew in the back of my mind I should just back off, but I couldn't.
“I was just driving,” he defended, guilt clear in his expression. Though like me I could see the relief. And a very clear lingering of revulsion. Nathan's body clicked one more time as he stood up fully, steadying himself on the front of the car. It looked expensive, or had before it collided with Nathan.
“How fast?” I asked him rhetorically, rolling my eyes. He opened his mouth automatically to respond and I shot him a look. His mouth snapped shut and he shifted nervously where he stood. His dirty blond hair shifting enough that I got a good look at his eyes.
“It's not like we expected to see anyone,” the girl said, her arms crossed defensively. I glanced at her, taking in her long flowing auburn hair and brown eyes, cleverly enhanced with make-up. Just the right amount so she didn't look stupid. I wondered if she had realised what I just had. I guess I had more experience than most with these things.
“You're high as a kite,” I muttered, walking away from him and stifling a humourless laugh. “I can't believe he didn't crash into a wall and kill both of you,” I added to the girl. Her eyes widened even more and she looked at the guy.
“You're high?” she yelled at him, clearly surprised. He jumped at her voice, unsure how to reply without angering her more.
“M-maybe w-we should s-stop arguing,” Nathan said, his voice quiet. I stopped my agitated pacing to glance at him. His skin was pale with shock. He looked pretty spooked, not that anyone could blame him.
“Oh god,” I murmured, remembering our earlier conversation. “Are you okay?” I asked.
“I'm not dead,” he replied. “A-again,” he added, his stutter returning.
“Again?” the girl asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“We both died, then we woke up here,” I explained. She glanced at the boy and I wondered how close they were.
“I hit my head,” she said. I sighed, expecting her story to be similar to ours. We all glanced at the boy, who had caught-in-headlights wide eyes as he looked at us.
“We're dead?” he asked, his voice gaining a hysterical edge. Probably shouldn't have mentioned that to some one high …
“I don't know. But if this is the afterlife, it sure sucks,” I muttered. “You probably ODed,” I added to the boy. I wondered if that meant he was stuck in a high state, or if the drugs would wear off. He cursed loudly, burying his face in his hands. I could hear him muttering under his breath, possibly fighting a panic attack.
“I'm Lucy. Guess we're stuck together,” I said.
“Autumn,” the girl replied. When the boy didn't say anything, she added with a nervous laugh. “He's Conner.”
“Nathan.” He was watching Conner nervously, having heard my statement about him being high. I had a feeling they'd be questions about that later. I wasn't about to mention my history to them. There were enough movies and TV shows though. You didn't need personal experience to know what a high person looked like.
“At least we don't have to go to the hospital,” Autumn joked, smiling. I suppressed an internal shudder at the thought.