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The tires squealed as the car came to an abrupt stop.
Its passengers breathing heavily to try and calm their racing hearts.
The driver of the car still clutching the steering wheel of the vehicle.
The passenger left trembling from the sudden impact.
Four was sporting a cut just above his left eyebrow where his head had connected with the car's dashboard and was dripping down a steady line of blood.
One was shaken a bit and his wrists would be sore for a while.
The two of them had been going to the meetup point the whole team had set up. It was supposed to be two Ghosts per vehicle were any troubles to arise.
And so it was. One was with Four, Three with Seven and Two with Five.
And as One had been driving to the designated location, they were unfortunate enough to get the trouble.
Only one car, as far as they knew, had been following them. Making their split even the more logical according to Two.
Now, breathing so fast and heavy that he thought his heart was going to break and his hands still on the wheel in a white-knuckled grip, One started to see the logic.
Four, who had known Camille to be right from the get go, now wished they didn't.
He stared ahead of him with unseeing eyes as he tried to still his trembling body.
Four knew that something was dripping down his face, he could feel it. But for the life of him, he couldn't bring his hand up to wipe at it.
After a few self evaluating seconds, One was able to hear breathing beside him and was reminded that he wasn't alone in the car.
Turning his head ever so slowly, One saw Four in the passenger's seat, breathing as if he'd run a marathon, blood dripping down the side of his face and disappearing into his black shirt.
He also noticed how he was shaking.
One realised that he himself wasn't hurt badly, having the steering wheel to keep him from getting a face full of car, but then he also realised that Four didn't have the same luxury.
"Hey." Maybe it was because he could hardly hear anything other than his drumming heartbeat but his voice sounded weak to his own ears.
One cleared his throat and repeated himself a little louder.
That time, his voice seemed to startle Four from wherever his mind was and turn to face him with a slight wince.
Now One could see clearly the angry red mark on Four's forehead as well as from where the cut on his eyebrow began, also falling down the side of his nose to his lips as well as his cheek.
He also saw Four's eyes.
They were blown wide with a slight difference in their size, clearly showing the concussion the blonde must have.
Four didn't stop trembling as he looked at One. Nor did he manage to lift his arm, yet.
One suddenly realised that his own hands were still on the wheel. He removed them with an effort before bringing them to his thighs.
"Can you hear me, buddy?" He asked as he slightly turned his body to face Four.
Four's open mouth could form no answer to the question that was mixed in with the sound of blood rushing to his ears.
From the moment they were hit, Four could hear a ringing in his ears that still hadn't gone away and, in all honesty, he was starting to panic a bit.
"Four?" One called out again, finally starting to getting his brain to work properly.
But again, Four didn't make a sound, he only stared at One with wide eyes.
For a while, the inside of the car was filled with the sounds of the two men breathing heavily and the clattering teeth caused by Four's trembling.
Now, the outside of it was an absolute mess.
The car's honk had gone off and must have malfunctioned as it kept on voicing its distress, multiple car horns were heard as the accident held up 'busy' people and also there were sirens in the distance.
The men in the car paid no attention to anything going on outside. Mostly because Four was out of his mind and One was starting to freak out because Four was out of his mind.
"Talk to me, buddy." One spoke with an urgency in his voice that betrayed his concern.
Four, on the other hand, was completely oblivious to it as he focused all of his energy -or what he had left of it- on bringing his hand up to his face.
And it worked, but for a second, as Four's arm rose an inch before twitching and going back down.
"Wh-" He tried to say but was interrupted by a voice coming from outside their vehicle.
"Hey!" One of the guys in the car that hit them called, "Get them out. Now!"
He seemed to be talking to someone but neither One nor Four could bring themselves to care.
Suddenly, Four's door was flung open causing Four to turn his head abruptly, making him wince hard.
"Get the fuck out." The guy screamed right next to Four's still ringing ear.
As the guy huffed in annoyance and went to grab Four to drag him out of the car, the sirens that had completely disappeared from the Ghost's ears were now right next to them.
Gunshots and the yelling of a few colourful curses could be heard from outside as the guy keen on getting them out vanished.
Four moved his eyes a bit to the side to see two cop cars parked a fair distance away from their car with their passengers out of them firing their weapons.
One couldn't see what was happening but his, now, more alert mind figured out the pieces and his attention turned again to Four.
He noticed how his breathing had abated to a slow and deep rhythm that would, in any other situation, be great but One knew that with a concussion, it was rarely a good sign.
One could still hear the racket going on outside but he set his mind on something else.
Driving the fuck off.
He knew that Four needed medical help and there was no doubt that an ambulance or two were out there waiting for the cops to take care of the situation before moving in to rescue whoever was trapped in the hit car.
And One knew that they couldn't afford going to a hospital.
Not with who they were.
They couldn't have their fingerprints in the system, not mentioning that their faces might be recognised by someone who was an avid news watcher.
So, One went to move his leg to hit the pedal only to take a sharp intake of breath at the sudden pain erupting from it.
He then saw how his knee was bent at an odd angle, looking dislocated.
"Fuck!" He whispered angrily and from the corner of his eye saw Four jerk.
Four hadn't taken his eyes of the shooting, mostly because all the back and forth made him nauseous.
But also because he once again wasn't seeing what was happening but was rather trying to talk himself into moving.
Before he could succeed, though, -not that he would, but he didn't know that- Four was once again jerked from his mind at the unmistakable sound of One getting frustrated.
Tentatively and agonising slow, Four moved his head and then his eyes at the person next to him.
One also turned to look at him, now with a desperation in his eyes as the outside noises where starting to die down.
Four frowned, or at least he thought he did, in confusion as to what had One so frustrated.
His mind reeling for an answer that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
Sure, Four knew that they had been hit. He knew that something was wrong with him but he didn't think that that would be a cause for One's outburst.
He just couldn't understand.
The more he tried to think about anything, the more empty his mind became.
Four's eyes unfocused for the millionth time before focusing again while he tried to have at least one coherent thought.
One could literally see the internal struggle Four was having and decided to give him a reprieve.
"My knee." He simply said.
Four's frown grew deeper as he tried to make sense of what seem to him as words of a riddle.
One sighed, "My knee is hurt."
He had spoken in such a manner that someone would think he was referring to a child, for he had talked slowly and as clearly as he could manage in his ever-growing frustrated state.
Four's eyes testified to his understanding.
In fact, every emotion the blonde was feeling was clear as day to see in his eyes.
And what One could see didn't sit well with him.
He could see mostly pain but also confusion and, surprisingly, fear.
These fear ridden blue eyes were a rare sight. In fact, One had only seen them twice. Well, three times, now.
From the first time, One had decided that he didn't like them to look like that.
No, he hated it.
And the fact that he was completely useless to do anything about it ate at his very core.
"It's okay, kid. We'll get out of here." Words of comfort, though, fell far from Four's ears as the ringing in the blonde's head became so strong that any other sound was completely drowned out.
Four could see One talking to him but he couldn't hear anything other than that blasted ringing.
He himself wanted to scream, he wanted to say anything that would make his torture stop but as he sunk further into his leather seat, Four gave up trying as the sweet nothingness of the darkness took hold of him.