7
Connor
“F UCK!” I can’t move my arm to get to my phone. Gods damn storm! As soon as I finished my volunteer shift, I spent all of my time trying to get things figured out and settled for my match, instead of getting to know her more. I know she won’t want to live with me for a while until she can trust me. Even though the thought of her being by herself really pisses me off. What if she needs something, and no one is there? Well, I guess I won’t have to worry about that while she’s at the academy for the next few years to get her powers under control.
I wish my powers had something more to them than telepathy. Telekinesis would be nice, so I could get this fucking tree off. My car, and me. I can hear the sirens coming closer. Thankfully, my car has the magic that sends out an alert if an accident happens.
As the paramedics move up to my car, they peek in. I know some of them from my volunteer work at the hospital.
“Connor! Can you feel your legs? Arms? How much pain are you in?”
“I can feel my legs, can move my toes and wiggle my fingers, but I can’t move this tree off the car. I would say a three for pain level?”
“Fire is a few minutes out. I’m going to do as much of an assessment as I can until they can get this tree off your car and we can get you to the hospital. Everyone is being rerouted to Northpass General. Stormgrove is out of power and the generators are down. They are moving the serious cases out, and anyone that requests to be moved if Northpass has the room for them.”
“No Northpass, send me to Stormgrove.”
“We don’t know the extent of your injuries, man. We are going to have to send you to Northpass. If you need surgery, Stormgrove can’t do it. They don’t even have lights on right now.”
“I will refuse all medical treatment unless it is at Stormgrove,” I growl. Unwilling to be apart from her. I’ve been away from her for too long that I won’t go to Northpass. I got her a match house set up on campus so I could still be close to her. Choosing one that had separate rooms, and knowing that she had so many matches, one that had enough room for everyone if they showed up. As soon as they release her, I was going to take her clothes shopping. I noticed she didn’t have any personal items with her. Seeing as she doesn’t even know her own name makes sense. I try to look into the backseat of my car to see if the box of long-stem roses I bought for her survived the tree fall.
“Connor, please don’t move too much. We don’t know the extent of your injuries and you could be exasperating things.” I look over at him. He is about five years older than me and has his own complete match group. They have a few younglings running around their house now.
“Can you tell me if the flowers in the back survived?” He’ll understand. The constant demand to take care of her, to get the things she needs.
“The tree is on the front part of your car. The box looks fine to me.” He holds up his penlight with a question on his face. I nod at him to begin his assessment. As he puts on his stethoscope to listen to the heart that beats only for her, the firetruck pulls up. They better send me to Stormgrove or I will walk out of Northpass to get back to her.