Date: 5/13/2021
By ThatTherianKid
My friend and I were driving through some form of nature reserve. He looked just like my oc Blurred. We end up in some sort of wreck on a bridge that isn't labeled as closed (despite literally being crumbled halfway through). Some idiot in another vehicle yelled "ITS ONLY 300 FEET WE WONT DIE" to which another replied "IT DOESNT HAVE TO BE MORE THAN 300 FEET TO BREAK YOUR FUCKING LEGS". Apparently this wasn't the first time, and he kept referring to me as Leo. We ended up in a river below, but this time I was hurt worse than he was. He tried to help me by getting me to literally crawl up on the bank. We didn't have any pain medication, of course, so he tried to help my (very clearly) broken rib by slowly cutting into my abdomen around it, having to go slowly since I was fully alert for it. We ended up separated, and I managed to make my way to the nearest home almost five miles away. Next day, I get home and immediately make me way too the hospital to make sure he's ok. Reasonably, the workers were concerned, seeing as I was super banged up (broken nose, obviously broken rib, bruises galore and a blackened eye). Despite being in *severe* pain, I promised I was okay and just shrugged them off as I made my way to the recovery center. It seemed as though I'd made the long walk before. For some reason, however, there was a class of like, 4th graders there. One of them kept pestering me while I was going up stairs, and so I shoved him down the stairs case. Made it to the recovery section, where my friend (now looking like my real life friend George), was getting ready to leave. For some reason, my ex, Cameron, was there. This was my 'first time meeting' George, so I like, hugged him and cried. We talked with my ex being an annoying dipshit for well over an hour. When George decided he was ready to leave, we did, but the jackass forgot to grab all his things except his clothes (which he changed into). Thus, I became the pack mule, hauling all our stuff along with me).