The event was rather sudden and Che was certainly not expecting it. With the impact, amongst the papers, he was shoved forward in which his handlebars tipped towards the ground and his face became well acquainted with the asphalt below. Well, Che thought as he was falling forward, unable to stop himself from hitting the ground, he had already been hit by a car this last week, he should have expected something like this. A sound of breath escaping his lungs sounded and the world went a little black for a moment. From the hit, or simply staring down into the asphalt he was unsure.
Coughing, he regained his senses and momentarily considered what a great first meeting this would be for the new neighbor, seeing two residents collide with one another, surely, he would think riding a bike was no longer safe. He could feel that he bit his tongue and his chin felt numb, but what Che was concerned, or enraged about, was the other player to this rather violent sport.
So, pushing himself up onto his knees, he allowed his vision to clear and looked around carefully, trying to see where this was all leading and who was behind the act. He was about to get angry, till he saw the other and stood up, scrambling to his feet. It was that kid! What was his name?! Fuck! Right, Arthur's brother! Peter.
"O-oye! Peter!" He stammered for a moment, nearly tripping over his own bike sprawled on the ground to see if the kid was fine. "Hey, are you alright?" He hurried over.
Antonio just wanted to answer the the man who was smiling at him as he was hit by a bicycle. Shocked for a few seconds because of the accident that has happend in front of his eyes, he stood on his feet and hurried inside of his house.
He came back as quick as he left, with a first-aid kit under his left arm and a wet cloth, just in case if someone got hurt and hurried to the two of them.
"Hey! Did you get hurt?"
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He didn't notice the new face run up immediately as he was too concerned for the kid that had hit the pavement about as hard as he had. There were stinging abrasions on his face and he was pretty sure his chin was split but he could get over it! Instead, he keeled down next to Peter as quickly as he could and made sure that he was not moving too much. If there was an injury it was internal as there was not much on the outside and Che was taking no chances here.
"Hey, hey. Peter, common now keep yer eyes open 'n all." He murmured towards the youth before hearing the sounds of approaching steps. Che was certain, after getting a better look at the man, that he looked even more like his brother with the wash of concern in his eye, so he honestly had no problem in his reply to the man as he hurried forward with his medical kit.
"Ah--he's conscious. I think he'll be alright, scrapes and cuts--" he paused midway through his thoughts to look down at the smaller figure, arching an eyebrow. "You gotta watch were yer goin'!" His voice wavered more on relieved to know his eyes opened and the groan sounded than lecturing.
"Let's carefully turn him to the side first, just in case, then we can check how bad he got hurt." He said that calmly and put his first-aid kit on the ground. He got a bit of training in matters of first-aid, it was part of his education as a Nursery school teacher.
Then he looked at the young blond next to him. "You have to stay conscious, alright? I'll ask you a few questions, so you won't fall asleep."
Antonio then faced the other man while he was opening his kit. He had a worried look on his face while he saw the injuries the other got as well. "And what about you? Are you alright?"
He nodded at the other, assisting him as he spoke, helping him shift the boy into the position that the new face recommended. Che was careful of the others neck and watched his reactions. He had to deal with the potential of people diving in the deep end and knocking themselves out, something that had not happened yet thankfully, and had his first aid experience for his part-time work at the community pool, but he allowed the newcomer to control the situation for the moment, for some odd reason trusting him.
At the questioning concern though towards his own injuries, Che realized that he was hurt and bleeding, the wounds of his face and hands apparent now and the split on his chin rather deep, but he chuckled aside it, not wanting to worry the other or himself.
“’M alright, don’t worry ‘bout me, let’s just get Peter right, yeah?” His accent lingered, heavily influenced by his Hispanic upbringing.
"Sí, tienes razón." Ah. And here he thought that he would not speak Spanish for a while. Well, it is hard to let go of old habits, he though, especially if you just have moved away from home.
With a smile on his face Antonio turned to Peter again, handing him the wet cloth he had brought with him. "Here, you should clean your face with it. And..." he looked inside of his first-aid kit and took out some plasters. "...for you abrasions. Even if they are just scratches. But please tell if something hurts." He knew pretty well that boys that age would not admit so easily that they got hurt.
Antonio's attention was drawn to the other man next to him again. "I guess I should call the ambulance, eh? Your injuries look really bad." He looked at Peter again. "And they can check on you too. Just in case."
He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "I didn't expect that I would meet some of my new neighbors in an accident right after moving here! A-ah, lo siento that's a bit awkward."
Matthew sighed a little as he turned down the driveway of his house, a little annoyed that he couldn't go through the front door. It wasn't anyone's fault that the tree fell on their house, it just happened but he kept forgetting that he was unable to use the front door (or that section of the house). He began speeding up a little as he hit the street but slowed down when he noticed the little group outside of his (new?) neighbour's house.
"Is everything all right?" Matthew asked as he neared the curb of the sidewalk. His question was asked a little louder than he usually would have asked but it had been stuttered a bit.
As someone else suddenly spoke to him, he turned to look up. In front of them stood a blond, bespectacled, young man who seemed to be worried. Antonio smiled, like he did most of the time.
"Well, these two crashed together in front of my home and... well, you can see what happened after." He said calmly and wanted to take out his cellphone from his pocket... but he forgot that he still had to get a new one, because the old phone decided to strike just before he moved to this place.
"Sorry to bother you, but could you call the ambulance?"
He snapped to at the sound of his name being uttered, looking a bit sheepishly upwards from his position sitting on the ground to notice Peter was standing, there was a new face to the scene and he was being spoken too! Also, ah, something about an ambulance being muttered he thought, not to mention his new neighbor spoke Spanish which was a fact he could not help but smile internally at that but otherwise his face made a confused expression before he shook his head and reached up to make sure Peter was steady before attempting to stand on his own.
Everything felt like a rush when he did, but he was able to keep himself standing after looking a mild-bit lost. Putting a hand to his head and feeling the blood, not to mention the state of his nose. Ah, his face--he would never hear the end of it from his co-workers and silently he consider if his part-time work at the pool would be put on hold as his face most likely would scare the children. Bah!
He forced a smile though, down at Peter and murmured, "Ah--no, 'm fine, Don't worry 'bout it!" If he would have been anyone else asides a child his reaction most likely would have been more severe and though he was pretty, well, upset about the ordeal, he tried his best to remain not so in appearance.
Still, he looked towards the blond, noting he remembered seeing his face around before, then to the new neighbor, murmuring to him. "I don't think 'n ambulance 's necessary--" then switching his tongue to Spanish. "I am quiet fine."
"Ah, it's no bother at all, really." Matthew stuttered out as he reached for his phone which was in his pants pocket. He wasn't too worried about being late for work, his boss was pretty understanding and Matthew wanted to make sure everything was all right with the two. It was also better to have someone else around, seeing as the kid, Peter, and the man, Che, on the ground were clearly injured.
Matthew remained stationary as he made the phone call, hanging up a few minutes later. "An ambulance will be here in a few minutes." he said quietly to Antonio. He cocked his head a little as he noticed recognition on Che's face, he'd probably seen Matthew around the neighbourhood or he'd met Alfred. Something about the blond boy seemed familliar, he looked like someone he'd met around the neighbourhood.
"Cool Medic Man, huh? Thank you, but I think Antonio suits me much better because I'm not a Medic at all." he told Peter before the boy started to worry about the other man who got involved (and injured) at the accident.
Since everyone was standing on their feet right now Antonio decided to do the same after he had closed his first-aid kit, as he heard said man speaking Spanish with a slightly different accent than his. "It's just to check on you. Por favor, el niño está preocupado por ti así." was the last Antonio said to him for now.
"Thank you very much... uhm I'd like to thank you properly but I don't know your name at all!"
Che considered leaving for a moment when the other dialed the number and let out an audible sigh of frustration. They really could not stop him, could they? He really had survived worse before without immediate medical attention but he looked to the man for a moment and listened to his voice, his accent and realized it was a great deal like his fathers, not like his mothers and his own in the least. He listened to the more familiar language and looked down to Peter for a moment after Antonio spoke.
His voice feel heavier and he responded with a painful incline of his brow, "--no hay necesidad de preocuparse, it's really not serious." He muttered, being stubborn but then moving his gaze once more to regard Peter with an arch of his brown and a small forced smile.
Their bikes were an entangled mess, but he was sure he could find a way to fix Peter's, it could not be as complicated as a car.
Coughing, he regained his senses and momentarily considered what a great first meeting this would be for the new neighbor, seeing two residents collide with one another, surely, he would think riding a bike was no longer safe. He could feel that he bit his tongue and his chin felt numb, but what Che was concerned, or enraged about, was the other player to this rather violent sport.
So, pushing himself up onto his knees, he allowed his vision to clear and looked around carefully, trying to see where this was all leading and who was behind the act. He was about to get angry, till he saw the other and stood up, scrambling to his feet. It was that kid! What was his name?! Fuck! Right, Arthur's brother! Peter.
"O-oye! Peter!" He stammered for a moment, nearly tripping over his own bike sprawled on the ground to see if the kid was fine. "Hey, are you alright?" He hurried over.
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He came back as quick as he left, with a first-aid kit under his left arm and a wet cloth, just in case if someone got hurt and hurried to the two of them.
"Hey! Did you get hurt?"
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"Hey, hey. Peter, common now keep yer eyes open 'n all." He murmured towards the youth before hearing the sounds of approaching steps. Che was certain, after getting a better look at the man, that he looked even more like his brother with the wash of concern in his eye, so he honestly had no problem in his reply to the man as he hurried forward with his medical kit.
"Ah--he's conscious. I think he'll be alright, scrapes and cuts--" he paused midway through his thoughts to look down at the smaller figure, arching an eyebrow. "You gotta watch were yer goin'!" His voice wavered more on relieved to know his eyes opened and the groan sounded than lecturing.
After all, he was not his brother.
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Then he looked at the young blond next to him. "You have to stay conscious, alright? I'll ask you a few questions, so you won't fall asleep."
Antonio then faced the other man while he was opening his kit. He had a worried look on his face while he saw the injuries the other got as well. "And what about you? Are you alright?"
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At the questioning concern though towards his own injuries, Che realized that he was hurt and bleeding, the wounds of his face and hands apparent now and the split on his chin rather deep, but he chuckled aside it, not wanting to worry the other or himself.
“’M alright, don’t worry ‘bout me, let’s just get Peter right, yeah?” His accent lingered, heavily influenced by his Hispanic upbringing.
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With a smile on his face Antonio turned to Peter again, handing him the wet cloth he had brought with him. "Here, you should clean your face with it. And..." he looked inside of his first-aid kit and took out some plasters. "...for you abrasions. Even if they are just scratches. But please tell if something hurts." He knew pretty well that boys that age would not admit so easily that they got hurt.
Antonio's attention was drawn to the other man next to him again. "I guess I should call the ambulance, eh? Your injuries look really bad." He looked at Peter again. "And they can check on you too. Just in case."
He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "I didn't expect that I would meet some of my new neighbors in an accident right after moving here! A-ah, lo siento that's a bit awkward."
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"Is everything all right?" Matthew asked as he neared the curb of the sidewalk. His question was asked a little louder than he usually would have asked but it had been stuttered a bit.
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"Well, these two crashed together in front of my home and... well, you can see what happened after." He said calmly and wanted to take out his cellphone from his pocket... but he forgot that he still had to get a new one, because the old phone decided to strike just before he moved to this place.
"Sorry to bother you, but could you call the ambulance?"
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Everything felt like a rush when he did, but he was able to keep himself standing after looking a mild-bit lost. Putting a hand to his head and feeling the blood, not to mention the state of his nose. Ah, his face--he would never hear the end of it from his co-workers and silently he consider if his part-time work at the pool would be put on hold as his face most likely would scare the children. Bah!
He forced a smile though, down at Peter and murmured, "Ah--no, 'm fine, Don't worry 'bout it!" If he would have been anyone else asides a child his reaction most likely would have been more severe and though he was pretty, well, upset about the ordeal, he tried his best to remain not so in appearance.
Still, he looked towards the blond, noting he remembered seeing his face around before, then to the new neighbor, murmuring to him. "I don't think 'n ambulance 's necessary--" then switching his tongue to Spanish. "I am quiet fine."
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Matthew remained stationary as he made the phone call, hanging up a few minutes later. "An ambulance will be here in a few minutes." he said quietly to Antonio. He cocked his head a little as he noticed recognition on Che's face, he'd probably seen Matthew around the neighbourhood or he'd met Alfred. Something about the blond boy seemed familliar, he looked like someone he'd met around the neighbourhood.
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Since everyone was standing on their feet right now Antonio decided to do the same after he had closed his first-aid kit, as he heard said man speaking Spanish with a slightly different accent than his. "It's just to check on you. Por favor, el niño está preocupado por ti así." was the last Antonio said to him for now.
"Thank you very much... uhm I'd like to thank you properly but I don't know your name at all!"
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His voice feel heavier and he responded with a painful incline of his brow, "--no hay necesidad de preocuparse, it's really not serious." He muttered, being stubborn but then moving his gaze once more to regard Peter with an arch of his brown and a small forced smile.
Their bikes were an entangled mess, but he was sure he could find a way to fix Peter's, it could not be as complicated as a car.
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