forum “How to Save A Life..” Remake Roleplay (read the description, please)

Started March 18, 2018 by @@CheezeJesus

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Who was the driver? Dove scrambled through the wreckage, pulling the unconscious man from the drivers seat. He was covered in blood and now she was too.

Oliver groaned weakly, flinching away from the light touch his felt on his skin.

"Oliver?" Dove recognized the hair. Tears streamed down her face and she buried her head into his chest, "Oliver! You have to stay alive." Dove lifted herself away and pulled at his hand, "Oliver, stay with me."

Everything was black, but he struggled to open his eyes. The sky was too bright. Too harsh. He immediately shut them again, squeezing Dove's hand softly.

The ambulance came, taking Oliver away and Dove stayed inside the ambulance, watching Oliver breathe, praying he would be okay. Meanwhile, her own breath was ragged and sharp. Like the world was collapsing on her.

Oliver was lost in a murky nightmare. Choking on his own blood. Pain racing through his veins like fire. But worst of all, he felt so cold. He wanted Dove's touch back, as painful as it was. It was contact. It was feeling.

Dove touched Oliver's bloodstained face. "Come back to me." her voice was scratchy and raw. And weak. Dove couldn't do anything. She was helpless.

It took almost all of his energy to do so, but Oliver leaned into the touch as soon as he felt it, tears slipping out of his eyes from pain.

Dove took the tears as a good sign. He was still alive. She breathed a sigh of relief and brushed his tears away. "Hang in there, Oliver. We'll save you."

He wanted the pain to stop so badly. Anything but this agony. All he had to cling to was Dove's gentle voice. He tried to speak to her, but only faintly mouthed her name, quiter than a whisper.

"Oliver? Did you say something?" Dove leaned in, "What is it?"

He could hear her. God, he wanted more than anything to tell her that he could hear her. He struggled to form her name again, whispering it weakly.

"Dove?" she leaned down her ear inches away from Oliver's lips, "What do you want me to do? I'll do anything."

Oliver cracked his eyes open, blurrily taking her in. "Click." He mumbled. Everything was hazy. He had no idea if she'd understand what he meant. But he did know he wanted to hear that clicking noise. The one he's become attached to after meeting her. The one that meant everything was okay.

"Click?" she pulled out her clicker, "O-okay." Dove pressed down and clicked it, bringing a smile to her face and silent tears. "Hang in there Oliver. You'll be okay."

He smiled and then proceeded to choke and sputter due to the blood in his mouth.

Dove pulled off her shirt and dabbed it on Oliver's mouth, wiping off blood. Thank god she'd worn an undershirt that day.

Knowing Dove was there made a huge difference to Oliver. He'd heard the noise. Everything would be fine. He let unconsciousness consume him, already knowing she'd be the first face he would see when he woke up.

The people took him into a room and shut Dove out, saying they had to perform surgery on him. She wanted to be there, by Oliver's side. Helping him.

Oliver opened his eyes to bright hospital lights and the familiar sterile smell in the air. Except, unlike usual, he had an IV and a few other tubes, jammed into his arm. He turned his head to the right to see a beeping heart monitor. The memories came back to him. Being upset. Crying. Driving as fast as he could. Then the squirrel. That stupid squirrel.

The hospital was so gray and it seemed like the life had been sucked out of it. Dove sat in her waiting chair, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in her stomach.

He couldn't feel any pain, but he certainly felt the thick bandages wrapped around parts of his body. The warm buzz in his stomach brought him to the realisation he was on some type of morphine or other heavy pain killer. Oliver attempted to sit up.

The feeling of dread weighed down on her and she leaned against the door, waiting.

"Stay down, Dr. Horne. If you want to see your visitor I need you to corporate." Oliver didn't even recognise the trauma doctor who was speaking. He remained still as the man finished whatever he was doing. Oliver could hardly feel a thing, which was apparently what the doctor was looking for as he gauged Oliver's expression every few moments. "Good. I'm setting this dosage then. Don't touch anything." The man briskly nodded and left Oliver's side, presumably to open the door.

Dove burst into the room as soon as the door opened, "Oliver!"