Realistic or Modern Cross Check (IC)

[Walliver]

It was a good night.

Excitement thrummed through the bus, a violent yet pleasant pulse of laughter and screeching. Everyone was happy, enjoying themselves. And they had plenty of reason to be so. They’d won an impossible game, and they deserved to celebrate. But Oliver only watched. He settled into the back of the bus, observing his teammates as the slow roar of excitement grew and grew before it was silenced.

“Alright team! I know we did well tonight, but that’s no reason to get cocky. We still have a championship record to maintain. So, you can pat yourselves on the back for tonight, but tomorrow-“

Oliver heard the sound of screeching tires before he felt the impact. Glass shattering, various thumping noise. He pitched hard into the seat in front of him, feeling something crack. His head smacked into the window next to him, and everything went black.

He had no idea of the passage of time before he woke up again. His mouth tasted coppery and his chest ached terribly. Something was wrong. Oliver blinked once, twice, three times before he started to get up. The bus was in ruins, and- his teammates. “Guys? Roll call, come on…” he blinked again, keeping a hand on one of the bus seats.

—•—•—•—•—•—

It was going to be a good night.

Quinn laughed along with her teammates, whooping loudly and cracking jokes. First game of the season, and everyone had high hopes- with good reason, since their record the previous season was impressive. Even better, Quinn was starting first line! She had no reason to feel down- other than the fact that, for the first time since she had joined the team, her dad wasn’t going to make it to the game.

“Alright ladies, attention! We’ve got a big game tonight, a good first impression to make! We don’t have to win, but, y’know, it’s always nice! So, girls, have a good game out-“

Quinn knew that the metallic screech wasn’t Mr. Perkins hitting the brakes. She slammed into the side of the bus, her entire side lighting up in pain. She could have sworn she screamed, but she didn’t quite know. All she knew was she was awake for the whole thing.

Only seconds after the bus stopped moving, Quinn was getting to her feet. She could barely feel her arm, and her leg- well, she didn’t really want to think about that. But she could still move, so she did. “Coach? Coach, come on, get up.” she shook the woman’s shoulder, hearing her groan. Quinn sighed, relieved. “Hey, Coach. We gotta get up. Gotta get out of the bus.” she urged the coach to get up, to help the team up like she had done before.

“We gotta…get up…”

 

[Feral]

Sasha grinned as she sat on the bus, talking animated with her friends, screeching when someone said something particularly outrageous, talking about their sports and their hobbies and their lives. She was right in the fray, backward on her seat to face everyone, the driver and coach had said it was dangerous but she knew they were exaggerating.

As the coach started on the usual before-game speech, oh how excited Sasha was about their first game, she jumped up whooping in encouragement, this was going to be great, her papa and little sisters were going to be watching her, and cheering her on. Well if Pa's work didn't get in the way... Again.

Her bright and cheery smile grinned at her teammates, she looked forward to seeing them every practice and that wasn't going to change after their first game. They were here for her even when her father wasn't. Sasha was grateful for them.

She heard the screech still facing away from the front of the bus, Sasha tried to turn, what was going on? It was loud, She twisted, the bus lurched and she jolted forward, everything felt as if it was going in slow motion, she felt her ankle twist wrong, the feeling that as she smashed into the front of the bus her arm snapping, and her head hitting the glass windshield. it hurt. it hurts. She saw red drip from seemingly all over her, her head throbbed, Sasha let out a choked sob, a wail that sounded more like a scream. it hurts.

She was out cold before the bus even stopped skidding.

 

[supermartinbros]

Avril hummed a tune, she rested her head on the seat, the lacrosse team was headed toward their first game! Her first game, she could feel her hear patter and thump. She closed her eyes trying to focus on one sound. One sound.

The sound of tires moving kept her calm she opened her eyes again looking at the other side, she smiled it wasn't pointed at anyone but she just smiled a genuine one to show she was excited, she returned back to looking at her own window. Avril looked at her bag, she unzipped the zipper. Her uniform and other items was inside she plunged her hand inside her bag looking for a smooth item.

She felt the hints of something hard. She took it out. Her phone. Looking at her bag again she scavenged for her earpods. Touching the string of one of them she snapped them out of her bag. As expected it was tangled. Avril furrowed her face together. She sighed, she unraveled the string of wires. Avril looked at the two strings.

No more tangles and knots. How did this happen in the first place? She shrugged it off, she plunged the cord of her earpods into her phone, blasting on the song : Dancing in the dark by Rihanna, she mouthed the lyrics. Everything and every word was familiar. This made her heart slow down, the feeling of fear for losing a game calming down.

At first she heard Quinn yell something, she cheered smiling. During the song right after Quinn cheered or yelled something, sounds of screeching and eerie metallic screech rang. What was going on? Too late. That question was answered a minute later. She screamed, something was wrong everything went sideways. She ducked throwing her arms out in front of her. From then, it was a memory of shattering glass. Darkness flooded her mind... What was going on?

Avril, lost consciousness she felt nothing but a blur pain binding everywhere, she only felt the buzz of everything.

 

[am3thyst.]

Rowan readjusted in her seat, angling her head towards her coach where the same speech she had heard a dozen times before was being given. It was like the safety presentation flight attendants did before take-off; she didn’t have to listen to know what they were going to say but something inside of her was compelled to pay attention. Rowan had a good feeling about today, first game of the season with a whole group of enthusiastic and talented girls. Excitement thrummed in her stomach like a swarm of butterflies.

That was until suddenly something seemed to go wrong. In the split second after the bus began to come to a screeching stop and she was slammed against the window, Rowan momentarily cursed herself for presuming the best, this is what she got, she supposed.

But not even Rowan could have imagined something like this would really happen. The pain in her left arm was searing, making its way from her wrist to her shoulder where she was sure something had been knocked out of place. Her eyes were filled with spots, she froze, trying to hold herself as still as possible while assessing the damage.

Her neck seemed to be okay if a little sore and while she knew her arm was probably out of action everything else seemed to be outwardly fine. Gripping the seat in front she went to stand but her knee buckled beneath her, she gasped with pain but found that she could put enough weight on it to haul herself up to check on her teammates.

“Is everybody-?”

Rowan started but her voice died in her throat when she realized the full extent of the damage. From where she stood, she couldn’t see much as most of the other passengers were flung from their seats and out of her eye-line.

"Quinn!"

She called out to the girl she could only presume was her team mate leaned over in the aisle.

"Are you okay? Is everyone okay?" she asked, her voice rough but her head beginning to clear slightly as she shuffled out of the row, propping herself up by her right elbow on the cushioned seat.

 

[Feral]

Sasha blinked slowly, her head still groggy from being knocked out, she didn't know how long she had been asleep, but clearly not long considering she was still laying on the dashboard of the bus, on a pile of windshield glass. She whimpered slightly, her arm seared with pain as she tried to prop herself up with it, she... didn't want to think of what that meant for her.

Her head was foggy and hurt, blood dribbled from her nose and her body shook like she was shivering. She got onto all fours, she did her best to stand up but she came crashing down with a loud whimper, her ankle...

Sasha's head swam and she closed her eyes tightly, what...? What happened? Was her team okay, her eyes shot open, "Hello? Are you all o-okay?" She asked her voice shaking just as much of her body, why was it shaking so much? Sasha lowered her body back onto the glass gently as to not hurt herself anymore, touching her face, wet with blood... And tears.

God she shouldn't be crying but it hurt so much, she curled up into a ball wincing as her arm moved slightly, "Hey Hurtss..." She called out lightly, God, someone help her please, it hurt so much, she was so tired, why was she shaking? Was everyone else alright? Hopefully better then her, she hoped and begged that no one died in whatever this was, god she felt like she was going to.

 

[zippy]

In hindsight, Theo probably should have been behaving better. Their close win was making him giddy with excitement. He was screaming, hopping on his seat, beating his chest, and overall acting like a total fool. Sure he'd missed all his attempts on goal and rode the bench for most of the game, but a win was a win in his books. And the proud look on his father's face made him so excited to get home. No doubt he'd have a huge ice cream sundae waiting for him on the countertop with his dad standing nearby, waiting to hug him and utter that sweet "that's my boy".

Theo settled down long enough to listen to his captain. With his knees in the aisle, facing the back of the bus, there was no way he could've guessed what was coming. Chaos was the only word that could describe it. In a symphony of screeching metal, Theo was tossed from his seat. His head smacked the floor.

Hard.

He awoke to the stench of burning rubber. Glass dug into his side and his hands as he dragged himself to his feet. The back of his head was damp, and his hand was sticky with blood. Though he was unsteady on his feet he could stand alright. His captain--Oliver--spoke again and Theo peered towards the back of the bus trying to see what was going on. Bags were strewn everywhere. Not to mention the glass, bodies, and seats. It was total carnage, and to say Theo was scared would be a complete understatement.

"Holy freaking freak!"

Theo looked towards the front of the bus. Or what was left of it at least. A sick feeling bubbled up inside him, the copper in his mouth making way for the tell-tale sting of bile. He looked away.

"O-Oliver? Are you okay? I think I'm... bleeding..." He touched the back of his head, wincing at the tenderness there and holding his hand up to the light to reveal the crimson smear.

 

[supermartinbros]

She squeezed her eyes, she felt pain. She wanted to cry out loud but her voice felt raspy, like a desert. Avril breathed once, twice, thrice, she opened her eyes. She looked around, where was the bus driver...? What happened? Gosh! What time was it? Were they going to make it to their lacrosse game? She panted, slow down. What happened? She was sure another car collided with the bus.

She felt her hands shake... She tried getting up. She used her hands but instead she screamed. What... The... Her hands were a bloody mess, glass shards pierced on each, she looked at her legs, they were bruised but fine. What about her face? Did she get hit there? She felt nothing but her arms were a mess, from her hands to her whole arm, it was covered it both sparkling glass, and bruises. She felt nauseous, her stomach did a flip and she tried to ignore it. Avril felt tears sting at the corner of her eyes,

"Ah... It hurts... Is everyone alright...?" she whispered, she felt hot substance streak down her cheeks, her vision blurred. It hurt. So much. She sobbed, why is this happening? Did she do anything wrong? What about the others? She stopped her sobbing for a moment but her tears wouldn't stop flowing. She felt her fingers shake, tremble. Where was her earpods?

"Is... Everyone... There...?" she whispered, could her voice be any quieter?

 

[Walliver]

The bus had crumpled like a soda can, there was barely anything left of the front. Their coach had been standing up in the aisle, so there was a chance, but the driver…Oliver tore his eyes away from the splatter of blood on the glass. They would deal with that later- as harsh as it sounded, he needed to take care of the living first.

“Theo? Hey, buddy.” he moved over to him slowly, taking measured steps as to not rock the bus or make anything else fall. Oliver looked over him carefully, making sure nothing was severe or required immediate attention. “Yeah, you’re bleeding. Hit your head pretty hard. But you’re fine, okay? Just let me know if that headache gets worse, and stick by me. Gotta make sure the rest of the team is okay…”

There was a little rattle in his breath, an unsteady rhythm to his voice. Something was probably broken- at the very least, bruised very badly. But he was breathing fine and he was still alive, so he couldn’t have punctured a lung or ruptured anything important. He had to make sure his team was okay. They were his family, they meant everything to him. They had to be okay…

“Everyone! Come on, get up! Coach is gonna make us run laps if you don’t respond in two minutes!”

—•—•—•—•—•—

“Oh, Rowan, you’re alive!” Quinn could have cried, at least one of her teammates was alright, she’d survived the crash. “I’m okay, mostly just bruised…” she looked around the bus. It was a total wreck, glass everywhere, the whole front of the bus seemed to have caved in. The coach was slowly coming to, groaning. “Hey, hey coach. Come on, we gotta…you’ve got to tell us what to do.” Quinn was still close to tears. Her entire left side ached and she could barely put weight on her leg. She needed help, they all did.

“Is everyone on the team accounted for?” Coach Riley asked, sitting up. Quinn shook her head. “No, just me and Rowan so far. We’ll look for the others…” she braced herself on one of the bus seats, looking around. Towards the front of the bus she could hear something…the sound of crying…

“Avril? Sasha? Hey, call out if you can hear me!”

 

[Feral]

Sasha shook like a leaf, she was terrified. Everything hurt, her arm? Covered in blood. Her ankle? Twisted. She felt sick every time she tried to look at her arm, a big gash running down it, it wasn't deep from what she could tell, but that didn't matter when you were panicking. God, it hurt, she just wanted to pass out already, she wouldn't die... right?

She heard voices, warbled and blurry, distorted from her pain, "...tell us what..." Her eyes fluttered, "...everyone on..." She strained her ringing ears, "...Just me and rowan..." Rowan... was she okay, and that was... Quinn's voice? "...Sasha. Call..." She jolted at her name, her tears still flowing heavily, she felt like she could hardly breathe but she had to tell them she was okay.

"Heeereee." She called out as loudly as she could her voice raspy and shaking, god she felt like shit, her mind was going through every curse word she knew, which was not a lot of she was honest with herself. Her arm felt as if needles we're being pushed into every muscle, "Ummm, Hurt." She called out again only a few moments later, she needed some help, really really badly.

Her body laid on glass, it dug into her, blood felt as if it was dripping from everywhere on her, though she only looked like a bloody mess in actuality. Through all her pain all she could think was that she wanted a hug and someones shoulder to cry into like a big baby.

 

[supermartinbros]

Avril hiccuped, "Q-Quinn? Y-You there?" she whispered, if anyone looked at her now they would only see a girl streaked in tears, and bloody hands, she whimpered, this was bad. "A-Are you guys o-ok..?" she continued, she squirmed under her seat bell this wasn't doing much use, especially when the glass was broken on her side of the window and with her smashed to the side.

"I-I can't get out..." she whispered, she hiccuped again. Blood drummed in her ears. The buzzing was mostly that all she could hear, she looked around to see the coach and driver, "W-where is coach...? Mr. Perkins?" she peaked up at the drivers seat, and began screamed. She began crying again, blood covered the glass, and it could only mean one thing. Mr. Perkins was dead.

She wanted to cover her eyes with her hands, but even she couldn't do that now. She sobbed, she shut her eyes tight. "Sasha? Are you there? R-Rowan?" she chocked out, the pain was immense, she couldn't bear to look at her two arms, her body ached but her ribs felt like they were torn from each other. "Help." she squeaked.

The bus was gone, the top was smashed in with the other bus, somewhere in her mind her consciousness told her, something. There were people in the bus not just herself and her teammates but other victims, she slid her glass covered hands toward the seatbelt, "S-somebody... The-The other bus... People." that was all she could say her voice felt raspy, she felt woozy, ugh. She hated her ears at the moment the sound of everything buzzing. Avril twisted slightly, to move but only let out a loud whimper. She was such a big baby. Be quiet. She chided herself.

 

[am3thyst.]

Glass crunched under Rowan’s feet as she moved towards the front of the bus, placing a gentle, what she hoped was a reassuring, hand on Quinn’s shoulder.

“We’ll get everyone accounted for coach” she croaked. Looking at the crumpled top of the bus made the breath catch in her throat, averting her eyes to her scuffed shoes she followed the noise of two familiar voices. Blood streaked down her calf, leaving crimson spots on her white socks.

She didn’t want to sound like a coward but Rowan was willing to jump on the opportunity to investigate any signs of life. Groans and cries were coming from every row but Rowan couldn’t help but focus on the clear absence of noise from some, especially the drivers seat.

Dragging her tongue across her lip Rowan’s suspicions were confirmed when she was met with a coppery taste. She was sure her lip and leg weren’t the only things bleeding but she tried to put that to the back of her mind. Her heart thrummed behind her rib cage.

The sound of Sasha’s shaky voice caught Rowan’s attention immediately. Picking up the pace she was met with the sight of the younger girl’s frame and tousled blonde hair covered in blood across the dashboard.

“Oh” she couldn’t stop the reaction from slipping out. Her immediate response was to look away, which she did until taking a deep breath and gaining back some of her composure.

“It’s okay Sasha, you’re okay” were the only words she could manage to console the girl while she tried to assess the damage. It was difficult to tell from where she was standing. Rowan was no doctor, she hadn’t even seen a full episode of Greg’s Anatomy and was working with a very limited knowledge of first aid.

“Just lie still, we’ll get you out of this mess really soon” her hands shook as she tucked her hair behind her ears and tried to formulate some sort of plan. Avril’s cries also drew her focus. “We’re here don’t worry!” she called to the girl who she hadn’t yet located from where she stood . Rowan figured the best environment for all of these people probably wasn’t the fragile ruin of a shaky school bus so getting them out into the air was their best bet. She turned to Quinn and their coach “We should probably try to get out of here”

 

[Feral]

Sasha sighed in relief when she heard talking and footsteps come near her, she would be fine, she would get help. She wouldn't be abandoned or left for dead because she was hurt. Wet blood covered her arms and her face and her tears slowed, though they didn't stop, she was in a lot of pain. Glass dug into her skin as she heard one of her teammates gasp, "Oh."

She pursed her lips, she obviously looked like a mess, she opened her mouth but the other girl talked before she could, “It’s okay Sasha, you’re okay” Tears beaded in her eyes, she would be alright, she knew she would... She had to be, "Yeah..." Her small voice called out, she would be okay, she would get through this.

“Just lie still, we’ll get you out of this mess really soon” The other girl stated and Sasha honestly felt safe, her teammates were something she had felt like were always there for her, even now in this... bus crash? she could rely on them.

She breathed deeply and winced, ouch. The glass dug into her and it hurt, "Im Lay on glass." Her voice shook heavily and her accent was in full force, how couldn't it be? It was a wonder she could focus enough to even speak English, let alone accurately, no, she could be excused for her lack of correct grammar.

She wasn't doing well in all honestly, there was a lot of blood pooling out of her wounds, and her head felt like it had been hit with a bat, over and over again. Though maybe smashing through a windshield was worse in this regard. She curled the fingers on her one good hand her fist shaking with pain, they had to know what was wrong she had to tell them, "Arm is bad... And ankle..." She panted lightly from all the effort she was putting in, especially not to slide of the dashboard onto the floor.

 

[Klown]

Isaiah has split bones, torn skin against ice, and been thrown so hard it was dizzying. But he’d never felt pressure like this. A seizing, suffocating pressure. So strong it stifled the pain but left him sore all the same. His vision was red and bleary and there was a metallic tang coating his tongue. A shrill hum pierced his ears, slowly parting for the simmering of distant voices. He tried to move, sucking air through his teeth as his muscles protest vehemently. A scalding sensation ripping all through him.

“Shit.” He thinks he says, but his voice sound miles away and his lips hardly feel the word. Isaiah breathes, remembers. Their win, the cheering, the ride back home, and now this. As his brain wraps around the bent metal and shattered glass, it finally latches onto the familiar beckoning of his teammate.

“Oll—” Isaiah, all too relieved and eager to hear Oliver’s voice in the muck, attempts to jolt his body out from beneath the two concaved seats pinning him down. Only to be whipped by the harsh hand of his mortality as a seething ache rocks his entire build. He thought he’d shouted in pain, but it comes out choked and whimpered instead. As if his lungs didn’t have enough to give.

“Over here,” He grunts out, carefully shimmying his body from beneath the seats with the grace of a snail. “M’stuck.” A half-sob turns into a laugh of disbelief, because how utterly ridiculous of a situation they just landed themselves in.

 

[zippy]

Theo had never been a particularly affectionate boy, but at this moment he wanted to hug Oliver. Or hold his hand... Something to bring comfort and distract him from the scene around him. He didn't though, he knew there were more important things at stake right now. The safety of his teammates had to be confirmed. So he shrunk away from Oliver slightly, leaving space in the aisle for Oliver to maneuver through accordingly. When he was younger, he'd wanted to be a firefighter. But now standing here with that sick feeling still in his stomach, he knew that wasn't for him.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he echoed dumbly. More of confirmation to himself than him speaking to his captain. He could have died. Maybe his coach was dead. Maybe some of his teammates were. Maybe he was going to bleed out and--

He shook his head gently, trying to disperse the rising panic. A different voice sounded, coming from a couple of rows over. The upper half of Isaiah's body poked out into the open. For a short, sick moment Theo imagined his teammate was sliced cleanly in half. He doubled over, emptying the contents of his stomach onto the crumpled seat he'd just been cheerfully riding in. Once more he regained his composure, blushing furiously at his own, overactive imagination. Isaiah was okay. Just like himself. Just like Oliver.

Theo moved to the seat, bracing in preparation. He couldn't lift it on his own. Theo had never been the strongest on the team. Far from it in actuality. But with Oliver's help, they'd have Isaiah out of this death trap in no time.

 

[supermartinbros]

Avril nodded at Rowan's voice, she felt slightly reassured, she muffled her whimpers and sobs. Now wasn't the time to cry. She twisted, she felt a sharp pain of yelp trying to escape her mouth, her body felt like- well not the best, there wasn't a word to describe it. Her brain functioned nothing seemed to out of focus, well she seemed to be thinking straight for one thing. Call 911. 911. She felt the sharp shards of glass pierce her skin harder, "P-phone..." she whispered to herself, she reached her arms down to the floor of the bus. Everywhere was aching, her arms the most. For once be useful, she thought.

She felt the smooth texture, and cold feeling of a phone, but her stomach dropped when the tip of her fingers felt cracks on her phone, "No, no, no..." her voice rose up into a quiet shrill, she looked down her ribs ached as she craned her neck to look at the floor, her phone was dead, it's screen cracked in all places, even chipped probably, she choked.

How could this day get any worse, she tried to get out of her seat, the best thing she could do was trying to stay calm (which she would not be able to do) and try her best to get out of the seat, she blew on her hair which fell on her face, it was in the way, she moved her neck to see where her seatbelt was. It was buckled, tightly. The bus seemed to have crashed which caused it to tip sidewards and then eventually lead it to fall sidewards by Avril's deduction. She fell on her side hard enough to jam the seatbelt buckle she guessed.

She looked at her hands, gosh. It was a disgusting sight, blood covered she wanted to puke, she did have the urge to but she wouldn't do it. Not inside a bus or in front of a few of her teammates, if only she could do something about her hands... Hands. Would she ever be able to use them again? She sniffled slightly, she wanted to rub her eyes very so badly but if she did the shards in her skin with scratch her own face, she didn't feel anything on her face which was a good thing. If she did guess correctly.

What could she do...? She squeezed her eyes shut. Maybe... This was a dream? Foolish thinking. This wasn't a dream. She would've have felt pain so immense like this if she were inside a dream.

 

[Walliver]

“Iz? Okay, okay, I gotcha.” Oliver looked over at Theo, flinching at his sudden bout of nausea. “We’re gonna get you out in a minute, okay bud? But while we do, I’m gonna need you to keep talking. Can you do that for me?” he looked to the other boy, who seemed to be keeping up his saccharine demeanor while the world crumpled around them. Oliver propped his shoulder up against the seat, looking to Theo. “On my count. One, two…three!”

There was a great sound of creaking, then a thump. The seat was free, and the other one had toppled in the push- thankfully away from Isaiah. “There we go…you okay?” Oliver kneeled down next to the other teen, ignoring the sharp flare of pain from his own side. “Can you move? Is anything broken?” he asked, moving to help him up.

—•—•—•—•—•—

Quinn slowly made her way over to the other girls, the coach trailing behind her. “Avril? Oh…” she swallowed the bile that began to rise in her throat. “It’s okay. I can get it. We’re gonna get you out of here, get you back home. After this, let’s all get ice cream, okay? Just like we planned.” she kept up a steady stream of sweet promises and stories as she worked on the jammed seatbelt. The bus was on its side, so it was safe to unbuckle her- since it wouldn’t rock the bus anymore than it had already rocked.

“Okay, okay, there. We’ve got you.” Quinn carefully helped the girl up and out of her seat, bringing her into a hug. “There we go, everything’s gonna be….it’s gonna be fine.” she couldn’t get the image of the girl’s mangled hands out of her head. Avril most likely wouldn’t play lacrosse ever again- at least not on an official team. Quinn had hope for herself but Avril, Sasha….

“Okay, let’s go get Sasha, then we can make sure the rest of the team is accounted for.”

 

[supermartinbros]

Avril hiccuped she nodded when Quinn promised ice cream, but began crying again, even when Quinn hugged her, her hands wouldn't move they way she wanted them to, "G-Go to Sa-Sasha, I-I'll be fine..." she nodded, her friend needed help, but she looked at her hands, oh gosh... Would she ever play Lacrosse again...? Just the thought of it made her stomach nauseous again and her chest heavy with pressure. She would have the take out the glass shards first, she asked Quinn before she left to Sasha, "D-do y-you have injuries...?" she asked, for the moment Quinn didn't seem to have any body parts which were to scratched up, but her inside might be a mess.

Avril looked at her hands one more time. This looked painful. Even in a movie she would wince at the slightest image of blood, but now... This was happening to her, to reality. Apparently the rest of the team was accounted for, she nodded, they needed to call 911. But did anyone have a phone...? The coach, she took a step. A painful one, she wanted to hug her ribs but decided it was better not to do anything with her hands, she wanted to ask if coach was ok...

But, she couldn't get the image of Mr.Perkins... She didn't know, she didn't know, she didn't. Before Quinn left to Sasha, she told her quietly, "M-Mr... Perkins is gone," she gasped for air after her crying again, she was so scared, so scared. Anything could happen. Would the police come here? Did they have any phones or any signal? She felt her cleats crunch up glass, she sniffed she kicked the glass or more like moved it with her shoes and sat down on the floor.

 

[Klown]

The weight crushing his body lifts enough that Isaiah can feel his lungs expand with air again, begrudgingly so. He winces at the ache in his chest, but is relieved, nonetheless. He reaches his hands forward and grunts as he pulls himself out, gravity hauling him with a vengeance as he attempts to stand. The most he wills himself to do is balance himself on his knees, grimacing as shards of glass poke through his pants and into his skin.

“Ghh…hh…” He feels like he might puke from the taste of blood in his mouth. “m’so fuckin’…busted.” Isaiah grunts and shakily forces himself onto his feet like a newborn deer. For a second, he thinks the bus is tipping over as the world starts to spin all around him. He promptly reaches for the nearest shoulder to grasp some stability, and of course it’s Oliver’s.

Glancing down, he sees a red soaking his pants from the side of his thigh, as something jabbed into him glistens in the limited light. He’s never seen so much blood in his life. It turned stickily dry on his face, painting the side of it from his temple to his jaw. Even coming down from his nose. Opting for a distraction rather than the implication of all his blood loss, he looks to both Theo and Oliver, briefly assessing their states. “Thanks…” He manages to say through his bleary state, and although smiling hurt more than he ever thought it could, he still offered a meager twitch of one to show his gratitude to his teammates.

 

[liostwolf]

Mara was pumped, first game, and with the teams record she was sure they could win. She had an earbud in, but that didnt mean she wasnt paying attention to the girls around her. She joined in with random conversations in her place by the isle, leaning out to make sure she could bounce between, and listen, to all the shouts, conversation, and cheers. She joined in on all of the above, pumping her arm at the occasional full bus cheer. She quieted when words were shouted out to the team, and smiled, yeah, they were going to win, she just knew it. And after... she had a date! Everyone knew this, she wouldnt shut up about it, it was some random boy from their school that noone knew, but that didnt dampen her spirit, it was the first boy she had ever dated, and her parents even knew about it! Her stomach got all flip floppy a second before a loud screech sounded though the bus, smashing and crashing, yells, shouts, the sounds of bodys being thrown, glass shattering. She was thrown forward into the seat infont of her, then fell to the floor slamming into the metal bar underneath the seat.

Maras vision went blurry, her head pounding. She choked for air, feeling like she couldnt catch any. Her mind stopped, in a moment she would usually worry she was filled with an unsettling calm, her whole body hurt, her side, her back, her head, and she could barely feel her legs, but perhaps that was because they werent hurting. A bit of blood trailed from her forehead, glass somehow having slit it. She coughed, and there was blood, her first thought was shit she knew what it meant when you coughed up blood and knew it wasnt good. Her side had hit the bar, and if she focused on right there she could feel something off, but also knew it wasnt to bad, it didnt feel bad that is. She tried to pull herself up, her ears ringing, she thought she could see people moving and small sounds of voices, but nothing of the cheerful and hopeful noises from before. Her mind was still slow, she was still unable to drege up any panic, but maybe this was panic, this eerie calm, the way her mind was almost silent... She eventually sat up, leaning heavily on the seats around her, trying to keep herself up. She called out weakly

"Hello?"

 

[Feral]

Sasha really wasn't one for waiting, her head stung and her body felt like it had been running over by well, a bus. She pursed her lips and once again pushed herself onto a teetering pair of legs, it burned, her ankle felt like she was sawing it off, ignore it, ignore it. She panted as her body shook even harder from the effort and she crashed back onto the glass with a thump, the glass crackled below her and the few shards of glass in her skin stung as they dug in deeper, she cursed quietly in Russian as the tears came back harder, but she wasn't sobbing, no, that would do her any good! She had to help, no matter if she was in horrible condition!

A pitiful whine escaped her mouth, she would and could get through this, she would be fine! Soon she'd be home and after some healing, she and the other girls could play lacrosse again, they would, she knew it. They had to. Her head swam and she felt so, so dizzy, she couldn't pass out, she'd fall and the glass would dig deeper, and- She shivered at the thought, wincing as the glass in her skin dug deeper, she hoped this was all a dream. She was getting really tired of the pain in her arm.

If she could turn her head without grinding the glass into her, she would. She wanted to see her teammates, she didn't want to leave them on their own, in her condition, well... All she could be was a burden, her lips thinned and she let out a shaky huff, she couldn't do that, being a burden would be horrible. She knew she wouldn't be abandoned but maybe it would be better if she was? Maybe then they could get home sooner and other, more hurt people might have a chance, Sasha wouldn't mind giving up for something like that, no. She panted heavily, god everything was red, that- That wasn't a good sign was it?

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Robin was situated in the back of the bus laying long ways across two chairs, he wasn't pumped or happy about winning the game, it was like any other to him. His youth was filled with them and the after parties and the happy, excited parents. His never came. Of course, after the fact he always got a lot of attention as a kid from his dad from having missed yet another event of his, he sometimes would 'forget' to tell his dad about events or games till a few days before, so he would get that attention, but he wasn't so childish anymore. He could deal with being alone, games like this weren't very important to him. The fact his ears had been stuffed with headphones on both the ride there and back stated that.

His teammates were... loud and pushy. He had to put on his headphones a lot around him, people were too much for him most of the time. This didn't help the fact that he was snappy and antisocial. The school counselor talked about that a lot, 'you should be nicer and more friendly, blah blah friends blah blah fights blah blah blah' Ugh Robin thought she was an utter bitch, she didn't get bullied in her school years and it showed. One might think he was pitying himself talking about his school life but he really didn't give a shit about it, to him it was normal. He learned to fight back and now he was just fine, having friends be damned, he didn't need 'em.

He was particularly zoned out when the crashing came, loud even under his music, "Woah!" He yelled out as he crashed around, his music made a particularly loud screechy sound as he tumbled around, he tore them out of his ears with a hiss, owch. His phone was utterly destroyed, crinkled glass in his hands, his nose was bleeding and his already bruised ribs ached painfully and he winced, erg.

He sat in the position he was thrown in, his legs thrown upwards and his back on the ground. He sat there in shock, utter shock for about 10 minutes until he suddenly blinked a few times. Getting his barring back he looked around, his vision swam slightly. Glass, shrapnel, voices of people talking about being hurt, he really didn't think about it. He picked up his scrapped phone, "FUCK- Motherfu- damn god, fucking damnit, Im going to-" He threw his already broken phone violently out one of the less broken windows, "Ugh!" The usually quiet boy screeched, standing up and balling his fists, stressed but ready to fight, just in case.

 

[Walliver]

Oliver flinched at the sudden touch, feeling his ribs twinge in protest. He quietly assessed Isaiah’s state, noting the blood seeping from his leg and his slightly nauseous expression- a face also covered in blood. But he could move with assistance, and that was all that mattered. Everything else could wait until the whole team was accounted for and they were well on their way to the next town. It was fine, it was all fine. They were going to be fine, he just had to take a deep breath and-

Tears pricked his eyes at the sudden starburst of pain from his torso. His nails dug into his palms, leaving crescent shaped marks in the skin. Right, no more deep breaths. Keep them semi-shallow and calm from now on. He thought to himself, giving his two teammates a watery smile. “Alright, let’s go find Coach and the others…” he looked to the rest of the demolished bus. …If we can.

He heard the sound of Robin screeching, feeling his heart drop into his stomach. “Uh, buddy? You okay?” he called out tentatively, bewaring the younger boy’s temper. “Can you get to us, or do you need us to come to you? It’s fine either way…just wanna know.”
—•—•—•—•—•—

“I’m fine, Avi. I’m a lot less scraped up than you are.” Quinn admired the girl’s compassion, even when her hands looked like a scene from a low-budget horror movie. “Rowan and Coach have Sasha for now, so just try to relax…” she trailed off at the news of Mr. Perkins- he had been a loyal bus driver and a good friend to all of them and he was…she couldn’t think about that at the moment. “It’s gonna be okay, Avi. We’re gonna be okay, alright?”

Quinn heard the sound of another teammate calling out, but she couldn’t just leave Avril somewhere. There was glass everywhere, and they were the only two at the-

Her eyes fixated on the point between two toppled seats, on the smear of blood and gore that laid there- one of her teammates. They hadn’t all survived the crash. The realization slammed into her harder than the bus crash itself. They didn’t all make it. They weren’t all going to make it. What was the use in trying?

Quinn didn’t even notice when she started hyperventilating.

 

[supermartinbros]

Avril swallowed down the bile in her stomach, her hands were shaking now... When Quinn called her by her nickname, she gave a weak faint smile and nod, but tears were still welling up on the corner of her eyes, when Avril also heard the dismay of a call of another person she looked at Quinn, but... She was hyperventilating. Avril forgot, Quinn as the same age as herself, she was going through a lot at the moment too. What could she do? She was useless. She didn't know a thing. But maybe small comfort for the girl could... Help?

"Q-Quinn, breath. B-breath," she told her softly, but she felt her own voice hoarse and weak, she wanted the ground to swallow her up so she could cry harder, harder than she ever did. Avril would've liked to give any pat or soft gesture to help Quinn but, would anyone want a hug from glass pierced hands? She doubted it. "Q-Quin we're not going to die." she said, trying to be optimistic herself, but she felt a lump down her throat. But, how?

"S-Sasha and Rowan- are alive, you are too. The coach, me, there's another girl, Mara." she told her, but she didn't know how to console people, she wasn't used to it, "I-I'm sorry, I don't know how to help people," she whispered, Quinn was the same age as her, how did she manage?

Avril felt her legs get shaky, nobody was in the shape, bruises and cuts filled everyone's body, some of them probably had broken wounds. Why did this happen to them? They were so excited... The other bus...