Mute

Danger on the road

---------------------Three days later----------

        Jace swore as he lost the battle over his motorcycle, it laid over and they both went sliding off the road. Just before he went off the road he passed through the path of an incoming vehicle’s lights. When he hit the gravel at the road’s edge it caught just enough and sent him flipping head over heels down the embankment.

        He kept passing in and out of the darkness, when he tried to open his eyes all he could see was haze and bright shards of light. He hurt, everywhere. His lungs wouldn’t let him take a very deep breath, or maybe his ribs he wasn’t sure. His mind flew to the bike he had been riding, he had sure grown fond of it. Now it lay God knew where, and probably didn’t resemble anything like a bike anymore.

        “Mister.” A weathered old hand patted his cheek, then slapped it. He groaned and his eyebrows scrunched, after what just happened he was now being assaulted. The stars were spinning quite fast. “Come on mister! Wake up!” He was jerked up by his ripped shirt and he hung heavy in it like a limp noodle.

        “Slap me again and I’ll kick your ass.” He was barely able to growl and then groaned and coughed and collapsed back against the ground. He couldn’t even begin to focus on raising his arm let alone making a fist to hit the man. Where was his arm anyway? He wasn’t entirely sure he could feel anything at the moment.

        “Mister, you are in no shape to threaten anybody.” The old hands grabbed his wrist, “come on Sam. Get the other side, we will throw him over Jack’s back and load him right in the trailer that way. He’s too big to carry.”

        He vaguely knew he was up on his feet, because his stomach hit his ankles. He was then flopped over onto something warm, and very muscular. It was snorting, and hairy and crashing around in the ditch. Was he really up against a horse? Sure as hell seemed like it but he hurt too bad to try and focus to figure out what was going on.

        A lot of cursing at the animal and banging and clanging later and he slipped off the animal and landed in a heap in a pile of saw dust. He groaned, wheezed and coughed, the pain was insane. He was hot then cold in waves, and he was seeing spinning starry blobs.

        “Easy Jack.” He felt a large heavy object barely graze his forehead. He tried to roll away from the damned thing but barely moved at all. “Sam. Pull him over a little some. Jack calm down, don’t stomp him to death.”

        Then and only then did he feel better, he knew this place. He was floating away in the dark. He let his mind drift farther and farther away. It had been since the service that he had come to this place of dark silence. He knew though that he would be coming back to all of the pain and problems that caused them. But right now, he worried about nothing.