[b][i]Saturday 3:45 PM[/i][/b]
Christian scrambled to his feet. The bus was in disarray. He could hear groans and yells and panicked talking everywhere. He himself had a splitting headache streaking across his forehead. He brought his hand up to his head and felt a thick liquid matted into his hair. No need to panic, it wasn't necessarily blood. He brought the liquid to his lips and touched his tongue to it. It tasted metallic and warm. He was bleeding badly. He needed to find a paramedic but he desperately wanted to avoid the hospital. . He didn't like those places after the accident. 

Christian used the balance rail on the roof to navigate his way to the back door and pushed it open roughly. They'd been on fourth street about a block from the downtown mall. That meant that there was a subway station... two blocks to his left. Christian used a spare t-shirt in his backpack stanch the bleeding to his head as he walked. He knew he should be going to the paramedics right now but he just couldn't face that place again. They'd given him some minor medical training after his accident in case there were complications and he was unable to reach a phone. What they meant was in case he royally butchered himself because he couldn't see.

[b][i]Sunday 7:21 PM[/i][/b]
Christian had begrudgingly gotten some help returning home from a few pedestrians. When he'd gotten here he'd poured himself some tea, measuring the heat of the mug so as not to over fill. Then he watched a sitcom with describe video enable. He'd patched the wound on his head up to satisfaction but the splitting headache had started over again. There wasn't anything more he could do about it, the best thing he could was to pop a few Advil and take a shower.

Christian stripped of his cloths and stepped into the tub. He modulated the temp it was comfortable and let the water wash over him. The shampoo bottle was the one with the opening on top while the conditioner had the opening on the bottom. Christian kept his bath space relatively clear so as not to confuse which product he was using. Halfway through rubbing the shampoo carefully into his hair to avoid aggravating his head wound his started to feel dizzy, his muscles ached.

Christian had the bad feeling that his body wasn't going to support him much longer and to keep from cracking his head on the tiles he sat down in the tub. A few minutes later a wave of nausea washed over him and Christian collapsed with water pelting his face. That night Christian dreamed of the accident again. It often plagued his sleep causing him to toss and turn. He saw the crash again from a distance unable to do anything to stop it. He watched his brother's neck twist the wrong way and his sister bleed out in front of him. He was always surprised that the gas tank didn't catch fire.

[i][b]Sunday 11:37 AM[/b][/i]
Christian woke up suddenly, he was still lying in the tub, cold water pelting his face. He quickly washed the shampoo out of his hair, dried himself and dressed in a fresh pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He had called the family he was suppose to be teaching yesterday and after hearing that he'd been in a bus accident they'd told him that it was alright and they'd see him next week. This was his free day of the week. Maybe he'd go to a movie or something. Christian walked to the door, and opened it immediately picking up the paper in front of him, he froze. No matter how much he asked the paper boy never put it in the same spot twice, how had he known where it would be. Normally he had to feel around for it.

Christian walked inside confused. He should call the doctor, maybe his sight was beginning to return. The phone flew across the room, Christian didn't know how he knew but he felt it coming towards him and he held up his hand catching it midair. Had he caused that to happen? He wondered shock filling his system. What was going on here?

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