— the driver

Oh my love, look and see ——

[— the driver @driversvoid]

—— the sun rising from the river.

[— the driver @driversvoid]

@L33SPICS driver squeezed his eyes shut. he spread his arms the best he could to be useful. he didn't flinch much, opting to kind of just check out as lee cleaned him up.

[— the driver @driversvoid]

@L33SPICS driver bites back another sound. his voice is shaky. "alley behind a bar. near the end of town." he musters. "can you- can you some gauze, or- or something?" he asks quietly.

[— the driver @driversvoid]

@L33SPICS while lee was gone driver tried to undress. he'd managed his shirt she jacket, and struggled with his pants. he'd pulled them down to his knees, revealing another large gash on his thigh. he gives lee a wordless nod, drained.

[— the driver @driversvoid]

@L33SPICS driver nods, fighting back tears. he wont cry. he unlocks his door and nearly stumbles in. he does own a first aid kit but lee was right. his apartment is bare bones and really depressing. he lowers himself onto the couch. "kits under the bathroom sink. i cant.." he sighed again.

[— the driver @driversvoid]

@L33SPICS driver took the keys in his sweaty, bloody hand. his eyes closed, and his face screwed up as he fought back a sob. he took a shallow, shuddering breath. it's so hard to make lee leave when he's right there, offering. he feels so pathetic. "can you stay?"

[— the driver @driversvoid]

@L33SPICS driver rested his forehead on the apartment door. he was sweating so bad. "'m fine." he muttered, his hand gripping his doorknob as his other shakily fumbled for the key. he dropped it and grunted. fuck. this wasn't going well. "can you...." he grimaced.

[— the driver @driversvoid]

@L33SPICS driver is hesitant, but manages a weak nod. he lets lee help him up the god awful stairs. by the time they get to his apartment door he's trembling and paler than before. "..i got it from here. you can go." he says in a weak voice.

[— the driver @driversvoid]

@L33SPICS driver gets out slowly, his entire body protesting. he shuts his eyes tight as he gets out and looks up at his apartment building. right. he swallows, his throat suddenly dry, "...thank you."

[— the driver @driversvoid]

@IittIehoneys driver sags against the chair and leans against the kitchen table. he sighs. "some guys got the jump on me, i guess." he admits. it doesn't sound like it can be the whole story, but it's clear he's not going to give that up yet.

[— the driver @driversvoid]

[ open rp ]

it was late, but the area wasn't dead. there were still people around, doing things. the reader gets a call just before midnight. when they pick up, for a moment there's only shuttering breaths. then drivers voice is coming through. "'m sorry." [ ++ ]

[— the driver @driversvoid]

@L33SPICS driver takes a little too long to open his eyes. they slowly open and they take way too long to focus. he looks around and takes a deep breath. he looks at lee. "...hm?"

[— the driver @driversvoid]

@IittIehoneys driver opens his eyes slowly when he feels the car slow and park. he takes a deep breath and heaves himself out. he feels his clothes soak more with blood and figures it can't be great, he closes his eyes tightly for a moment. "'kay. ready,"

[— the driver @driversvoid]

@IittIehoneys driver furrows his brows. he almost argues, really does, but he just can't find it in him. he's so drained. he keeps his arms around himself and closes his eyes with a tension seeped into his face. "..fine."

[— the driver @driversvoid]

@L33SPICS driver gets drowsy. it's nice in lee's car. lee is here, he's only a little cold from the blood loss, and he's getting sleepy, he shuts his eyes, a hand protectively on his waist as they head towards his apartment.

[ً @holyaches]

i loved you once， i loved you twice. i loved you in my previous lives， and when i die， just keep in mind i'll love you in another life.

[— the driver @driversvoid]

@IittIehoneys driver tenses more, if that's even possible. he stands shakily and makes it to her car. he's hesitant to get in it. something about bleeding out in her car feels like nauseating déjà vu, he gets in anyway, feeling a little sick, "you can just drop me off at mine." he says.

[— the driver @driversvoid]

@L33SPICS driver does his best to get there by himself, not wanting to rely on lee more than he has already. he limps to his car and lowers himself in with a groan. he hopes he doesnt bleed through. he'd hate to get blood in lee's car. the thought makes him nauseous. it's all too familiar.

[— the driver @driversvoid]

@IittIehoneys driver is wearing his jacket, but it's easy to see he's been sliced up on his chest and waist, and that there's blood on his thigh. he sighs as she approaches, his eyes heavy.

[— the driver @driversvoid]

@IittIehoneys driver winces at both her headlights and hearing her brakes screech. his arm goes up to shield his eyes until she turns her car off. even though she's here he speaks into the phone until she comes closer. "no hospitals." he says.

[— the driver @driversvoid]

@L33SPICS driver lets lee patch him up the best he can and then he makes to stand. he's mostly using his back for leverage. "should get going." he says, a little breathlessly. he sways as he steps away from the wall.

[— the driver @driversvoid]

@IittIehoneys driver peers out into the alleyway even though he knows she'll be a few minutes. "there's a showhouse a few blocks from me. hard to miss it." he adds, just to help any way he can. he already feels like a huge burden asking her for this.

[— the driver @driversvoid]

@L33SPICS driver didn't flinch much when lee pressed the gauze to his wounds. he looked up at the sky with lazy, bleary eyes. "i own a first-aid kit, yes." he says simply. he shifts and that's when he does wince.