@TinyMagicWolf pets
(she's ded, Jim)
(she's ded, Jim)
(XD)
(are you just going to sit there or are you going to get her to a hospital)
(Rigel: Well, she’s not Kate, so…)
(so you are going to leave her to die on the side of a road, alone or next to her?)
(Is she still conscious or…?)
(Still waiting to know if she’s conscious or not)
(No. She is not conscious)
(Is she bleeding at all? I assuming she is but I figured I’d ask first)
(Lol yes. Her head is bleeding, her leg has a cut and is being crushed by her bike, and a broken rib or two)
Rigel quickly slid out his phone, dialing 911 as he wrapper her head with his shirt. He spoke into his phone, “Motorcycle accident. Fenharrow Road, yes, she’s bleeding, come quickly. No, she didn’t run into anyone, just a pothole. Alright, thank you. I- I just know her, we used to be friends.” Rigel felt like he couldn’t call himself her friend, now that she heard the story he concocted she’d probably hate him, “Alright, alright, yes, thank you.” Rigel hung up the phone, looking at Aspen. He needed to be going out, he needed to stay on schedule. But- He’d be cruel to just leave her here, assuming the medics would come and find her by chance. He looked at his motorcycle. It probably had a small dent from him dropping it. So Rigel had a choice, he could stay with Aspen, or keep searching for Kate. A choice between Aspen and Kate.
.
.
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Rigel watched, indifferent, as the ambulance drove away, loaded up with Aspen, ten minutes from when he’d first called 911. Rigel texted the gang about what happened not too long before the ambulance showed up. He frowned at himself, then slid on his leather jacket. His shirt had last been seen on Aspen’s forehead as she had been loaded onto the ambulance. Rigel started up his bike, going to finish off the rest of his plans.
Colden went to the hospital after getting the text. He had nothing better to do.
(Drove. The ambulance drove away. I'm sorry, it bothered me.)
(Oops, sorry yeah I’ll fix it, I didn’t reread it for grammar and stuff)
(Geez, I’m in honors English and I can’t every do the past tense of drive XD )
(cool, sorry, I just had to point it out)
(Yeah, I would’ve pointed it out too if I had seen it lol)
(Lol and now I stalk. Or I can be the doctor lol)
(I think you be the doctor or something until she wakes up maybe)
(I shall be called Dr. Brown [creative right])
(I leave for six hours and someone almost died. Why am I not surprised?)
Belle got the text and nearly dropped her phone.
"Riv! Riv, we need to go to the hospital. Now," she shouted, dropping what she was doing to put her jacket and shoes on.
(it's become a normal thing for this rp)
Riverpaw shot up from the couch, standing there in a panic for a moment before running to Belle's room to find her jacket and some normal pants. "W-why?! What happened?!" She called.
(Jesus I leave for one day)
Belle pulled her jacket and shoes on, then called back, "It's Aspen. She was in an accident."
Riverpaw pulled on a pair of jeans, almost tripping over Tsunami a few times as the pup ran around and jumped at her worriedly. "Tsunami, stop it." She hissed, grabbing her jacket form next to the bed and tying it around her waist, then she took a ponytail holder from Belle's nightstand and pulled her hair back. "Do you know if she's okay?" She asked as she ran into the living room with Tsunami in her arms.
Rigel sped to the next stop, only sparing a glance at the newfound dents in his shiny bike. He grabbed the next hidden shovel, digging, putting all his force into each motion. I should’ve have gone after her, I should’ve gone to the hospital. The gang will wonder why I hadn’t gone, why I’m still out when I watched Aspen in the accident. I shouldn’t be here, digging up graves pointlessly. I’m probably not going to find Kate. But the other side of his mind shouted the opposite. Kate was your everything, and you’re just going to give up before you even started? There’s nothing you can do for Aspen, what happened happened. You can still find Kate, still bring her back to her family, still right the wrongs you committed. When the shovel hit the body, Rigel heard a bone snap. He had shoved the digging tool right through a rib bone. He dug more around it. The skin had been rotted away, but the t-shirt was still there. Slightly. Though it was torn and rotted, it wasn’t what she had been wearing when she died. So Rigel moved on, thoughts of guilt spinning around his head at each stop he made to dig up bones.
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