Jun 30, 2009 17:06
Peter was jogging a little bit later than usual that morning. He'd woken up late, decided to stay and have breakfast and coffee before he'd taken off. He had his earbuds in, music blasting into his ears and he hadn't stopped to think when he'd seen the little boy in the street chasing a ball. He'd reacted, running into the road and shoving the little boy out of the way of the taxi on instinct. He'd realized even before he'd pushed the little boy that he wasn't going to be able to make it out of the way before the taxi hit him. The bumper caught his thigh because he was crouched a little from pushing the boy out of the way. He remembered flipping over the hood of the taxi and then being tossed up a bit to land on the roof before he slid to the asphalt. His last coherent thought had been that he should have grabbed Claire's power at some point.
He was unconscious when they brought the ambulance and stayed that way until long after they'd gotten him settled in a room. The doctor's weren't ready to label it a coma, he hadn't been out long enough but every hour he stayed unconscious made it look more likely.
[storyline] sponges are nice,
[who] nathan,
[who] sasha,
[verse] canon,
[who] claire,
[entry] roleplay