Back again, though this time it isn't with a Ricky/Amy fic. I love the friendship that's been forming with Ricky and Ashley and although this doesn't show much friendship in a happy way, I think it shows the dedication one has for the other. As always, reviews are love.

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Echoing Screams
One-Shot

For a split second, nothing else existed. Time froze. The sirens stopped, the people shouting orders fell away, and it was just them.

Then it sped back up and she was being torn away from him and surrounded by police and paramedics as their hands searched her body to look for wounds. She didn't move. Her eyes stayed locked on the growing pool of blood beneath him. It was spreading fast, too fast.

She blinked and she saw it again, the slow motion as she saw the car speeding at her, heart drumming in her chest. She felt the air rush around her as she was pushed out of its path. She heard the scream when she realized that he didn't have time to save himself.

The screaming hadn't stopped, only grown louder and more strangled as that pool of blood continued to grow.

"Ma'am," the cop tried as a paramedic draped a blanket around her shoulders, "Ma'am, are you hurt anywhere?"

Oh, God.

His eyes blinked open for a second, barely open as he tried to figure out where he was, and sobs began to join the still echoing screams as they began to drift closed again. No! Stay awake!

Please…

She wanted to tell the paramedics they were moving too slowly. He needed a hospital now. If they kept at the pace they were going…he wouldn't make it.

Her phone began to ring and she forced herself to look away from him.

She didn't want to.

Oh, God. This was all her fault. If she had just looked where she was going…

Her phone rang again and she stared at the broken screen for a moment before she raised it to her ear. Tears ran down her face, making their way into the crevices between the buttons as she pressed the phone too hard against her cheek.

"Ashley?"

She couldn't muster the words to tell her father she was alright. She couldn't even stop crying and sat there, eyes watching with blurry vision as the paramedics loaded him onto the stretcher too slowly. Her knees drew up against her chest and she could hear the wet clothes squish together.

She'd worn black today.

No one could see the blood that covered her as she'd held him to her chest, begging him to stay with her.

They couldn't see the blood, but she could feel it seeping through her clothes and into her skin, marking her down to her very core.

This was all her fault.

Ricky…

The End

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