Warning: No spanking. Just a Top getting
the wits scared out of him.
All mistakes are mine.
Traffic was at a dead stop; someone said
there had been a bad accident at the intersection. I parked my car where I
could, and got my medical bag. I figured that since I am a doctor, I might be
able to help out. I got out of the car, and walked half a block, and saw total
chaos all around; one car was on its side in the middle of the intersection.
A police officer was trying to keep the
foot traffic away from the area, and I could smell gas and hot oil.
I showed him my medical work tag, and he
let me through. When I saw the car that was smashed into the light pole, my
heart stopped in mid-beat! I knew that car! The thought of me helping went out
the window; I needed to find the driver of that car.
The blood on the windshield made me sick to
my stomach. I stopped another officer, and told him who I was looking for. He
gave me a worried look, and pointed to a small group of people. The person I
was looking for was sitting on the grass by a wall. He was holding a yellow
shock blanket around him tightly, and had a blood-soaked bandage taped to his
forehead; he looked as white as cotton.
I asked the EMT his status, and was told
that he was very lucky that all he got was a few cuts and burses; those old
cars don't have the safety stuff the newer ones have.
The driver looked up at me, as tears started
to fall, and his bottom lip did the little quiver thing it does. He gave me a
weak smile, and held out his arms as I dropped to my knees, and gently pulled
him to me. I held him in my arms and, as his head rested on my shoulder, all I
could do was whisper softly in his ear that he was fine and alive; everything
would be ok.
His body was shaking, and because he could
no longer hold onto his emotions, he let them out.
"I'm sorry about the car," he
told me.
The car. I'd forgotten all about the car. I
looked over at it. My mint condition `63 corvette convertible was no longer
what it once was; it was now just a hunk of twisted metal.
"It's just a car," I told him,
giving him a kiss to the forehead.
End.
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