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The year passed quickly. Jeremy had gotten glasses a few weeks after his surgery, Michael and him finished their semester, Jeremy just barely. The boyf’s finished the lease on their apartment, deciding with Jake and Rich that they should all get a house together.
They had gotten the house in February, and now late October, they were out celebrating their one year with all four of them together and Jeremy and Michael’s two year. But not all was going well. As they left the house, Jeremy and Michael got into it. They had put their differences aside during dinner but they were at it again in the car on the way home.
“God Jeremy cant you just drop it,” Michael asked, obviously exhausted from the fight.
“No! You fucked up with this Michael!”
Michael groaned and threw his head back, trying his best to pay attention to the road. Jeremy had unbuckled to shove his head to where Michael could see him since he was in the back.
“Jeremiah Heere sit back down and buckle up in case we crash.”
“Fuck you.”
“Fuck Jeremy whats wrong with you!?”
Just as Michael uttered his statement, someone who wasnt paying attention slammed into them from behind, shoving the car into on coming traffic where they were hit again. Jeremy was sent flying forward, hitting the windshield. Michael blacked out, hitting his head hard on the steering wheel and his window. Jake was the only one not injured, so he got out and tried to make sure no one else was hurt while calling for an ambulance. He knew better than to move anyone, but he was scared Michael would be hurt if he didnt do something. He crawled into the car and got Michael’s head steady, holding it like his hands were a neck brace.
“J-Jake,” Rich called out.
“Im here baby,” Jake said softly, “Im okay. Im just supporting Michael’s head. He may be hurt. The ambulance is on the way, dont move though.”
Rich looked at the dashboard and saw Jeremy laying there.
“J-JEREMY,” Rich cried out, “Jake! Jeremy’s hurt bad...”
“Dont touch him! He’ll be okay, but he needs to only be moved by EMT’s. Okay?”
Rich have a small nod, checking himself over.
“M-My leg hurts a lot... I-I think I broke my leg.”
“Its okay. It happens. I probably have a broken rib or two. Just stay there.”
It was five minutes after the original call that an ambulance, firetruck, and some police arrived. They left Jeremy for last, needing Rich and Michael out of the way before they could tend to Jeremy.