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May. 13th, 2019 11:23 amIt's a cliché, but the accident happens so quickly that Marcus isn't even aware he's moving toward it until after he's halfway to the form sprawled on the road.
Not five minutes ago he'd run into Dan Torrance near the shop where Marcus likes to get his tea when he walks to the Home for his shifts there, and with a bit of time to kill, not to mention still nursing a fierce and what he assumes is an entirely impossible crush, he'd found himself falling in step with Dan instead of heading straight for the Home. They're chatting, not about anything of particular importance, and Marcus is focused on his tea to keep himself from staring at Dan's mouth as he speaks. It's a little like the friendship he'd had with Nate, the kind where he does his best not to fan the flames of his crush, hoping it'll snuff itself out, all while never uttering a single word about his romantic life. Or lack thereof, in this case.
At the moment of the crash, Marcus is in the midst of offering some silly story about the Home, telling Dan what he does there, and then there's a piercing squealing of rubber on asphalt, a horrific thud that Marcus knows is a body being hit with far too much force, then a scream of shock and fear. He's already running, even before that scream, with the sense that Dan is doing the same thing beside him.
They round the corner together and the scene is worse than Marcus had wanted to anticipate. There's too much blood on the ground and the person lying on the road is barely moving at all. Nearby, a bystander is speaking rapidly into a cell phone, no doubt calling for an ambulance, and another is weeping, her hands in her face. The car sits halfway up the sidewalk, the driver slumped over the steering wheel.
"I've got the driver," Marcus says to Dan, then heads for the car.
Not five minutes ago he'd run into Dan Torrance near the shop where Marcus likes to get his tea when he walks to the Home for his shifts there, and with a bit of time to kill, not to mention still nursing a fierce and what he assumes is an entirely impossible crush, he'd found himself falling in step with Dan instead of heading straight for the Home. They're chatting, not about anything of particular importance, and Marcus is focused on his tea to keep himself from staring at Dan's mouth as he speaks. It's a little like the friendship he'd had with Nate, the kind where he does his best not to fan the flames of his crush, hoping it'll snuff itself out, all while never uttering a single word about his romantic life. Or lack thereof, in this case.
At the moment of the crash, Marcus is in the midst of offering some silly story about the Home, telling Dan what he does there, and then there's a piercing squealing of rubber on asphalt, a horrific thud that Marcus knows is a body being hit with far too much force, then a scream of shock and fear. He's already running, even before that scream, with the sense that Dan is doing the same thing beside him.
They round the corner together and the scene is worse than Marcus had wanted to anticipate. There's too much blood on the ground and the person lying on the road is barely moving at all. Nearby, a bystander is speaking rapidly into a cell phone, no doubt calling for an ambulance, and another is weeping, her hands in her face. The car sits halfway up the sidewalk, the driver slumped over the steering wheel.
"I've got the driver," Marcus says to Dan, then heads for the car.
