°CJ slipped over to the matress again where Jim was. He checked the injury on his head, bleeding long stopped but a nasty bruise and the evidence of the cut still there.°
°Carefully, he pulled up Jim's shirt and checked his sides, winceing as the same side that had the head injury had extensivene bruising on it too despite the healing help from @number1120. He really hoped nothing in there was broken. He pulled out his phone and texted Doc as much.°
°The stream of texts had been chaotic and long as CJ has more or less dumped the events of the past few.. days? Weeks? Into the little messege box. He'd thrown the emergency basics out there, and that they needed him to come over asap- @anon-driplier should know about the crash first and foremost- but the next messege he was writing was eating up the character limit.°
°From the seeming mystery of their first interviewee (who wasn't even there, just an admittedly aesthetic lady who was being cryptic), to the supernatural kidnapping, the 'lighthouse makeover' as a result, to the run for supplies that ended in Jim being injured and although alive, unresponsive. He left out the part with the doll though, he'd already unloaded enough onto Doc at once, he could tell him that later, probably.°
°He didn't actually send the mega-text, though the car crash info did go through, he'll just let him read it in person. It seemed like in-person sort of info.°
°The air is oppressive here, the colors muted to the point where one could barely make out what had looked like what. The signs read 'R!dge' and 'Ashwor+h', and right at the mouth of an ally way, the remains of a crash are present. It was hit from the side, the impact zone crunched like a punched aluminum can. The other car is nowhere to be seen. Actually, nothing is to be seen. There are no people here...°
°Except for one.°
°CJ doesn't know the exact moment that despite the air that feels like a punch to breath in that he starts running, he doesn't know when he touches the door why it seems to not quite feel like he's touching it, or why when he pulls it the door rips off like paper, like in a dream, and he doesn't know when he started cradling RJ like he's a small child who's only just fallen asleep, or how he got him out in the first place.°
°He doesn't know when the tears started, but he knows when they change. He knows why they change as his fingers still find a pulse benieth them.°
°His brother is alive. And he's going to keep him that way.°
°He needs to get out of here and to a doctor though, fast.°
°Maybe CJ was starting to relax a little, maybe, as he sat here with a cat that was full of secrets and in a house with too many lights on, maybe he didn't feel as bad as he had at first. Maybe, slowly, he was convincing himself that traffic was bad and that RJ was a by-the-rules guy when it came to driving.°
°But somewhere he knew his brother would have texted at a red light, or if things were at a standstill he would have said something. Recent events might have drained his usual energy to a degree, but he knew his brother. He would have said something, right? Jim would be ok. He would be. And they were going to watch something soft when he got home, after cat stuff set up was done. There would be popcorn again and even if he couldn't use his telescope it would be just like their usual movie nights.°
°That reminds him, it's the last full moon of the 2010s tonight, maybe they could see it together, just briefly, before going back inside. Could show the cat too. It sounded nice to him, he just wished RJ would say something..°