AN: The final chapter! Enjoy! Oh, and I don't own SJA, all credit goes to the BBC. (I have a tendency to forget disclaimers!) Oh, and I changed my pen name, sorry for any confusion.
"Clyde!" I screamed and ran over to his limp, lifeless body, that lay in the road.
I collapsed in a heap beside him, not caring about my own wellbeing, and gazed down at him. His eyes were closed, but I could tell he'd been crying just before the car had hit him; his face wasn't only wet with blood. My own tears fell from my eyes as I prayed for him to wake up. He wasn't moving or showing any other signs of life.
Sharply, I turned around as I heard a slam from the car that had hit Clyde. A man got out, he looked as if he was in his early thirties. He was perfectly capable of walking in a straight line, so he wasn't full of alcohol... What? Why the hell was I looking for excuses? This man could have killed Clyde!
No. No, I couldn't think like that either. Clyde would be fine. He had to be! That couldn't have been his last moments, he still had so much to do. And he was so angry... Angry at me. No, he had to be fine. I had to apologise! Tell him that I was sorry, tell him I'd never ignore him again. I hadn't even told him how strong my feelings for him were!
"Oh my god," the driver muttered," Was... Was that your friend?"
"You... you bastard!" I cried, thinking up any other names I could," How could you?!"
"I'm so sorry, miss," the man apologised, he did sound guilty, but I didn't have time to pity him," He just stepped out of nowhere and..."
"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled, looking back down at Clyde's body," Clyde please, please, wake up. Please."
I sobbed some more before turning around to the man and demanding for him to call an ambulance.
"Rani! Clyde!" A voice called out from behind the car.
I looked up and saw Sarah Jane and Luke running towards me. It had been so long since I'd seen Sarah Jane, I'd panicked about seeing her when I went to the corner shop, but now I was so relieved to see her. They ran over to Clyde's unconscious body and crouched down beside him. Sarah Jane went over to me and pulled me into her embrace. I clung onto her like a baby and sobbed.
"Jesus christ, what happened?" Luke asked.
"He... Clyde... he came to me... I didn't... didn't open the... the door," I stuttered, trying to speak through the tears.
"It's ok, it's ok," Sarah Jane soothed me; it didn't work.
"He just ran out into the road. I'm sorry, I couldn't stop in time..." the man apologised.
"Just shut up!" Sarah Jane demanded," Oh god, just someone call an ambulance!"
The driver nodded reluctantly and took his mobile out of his pocket and dialled 999. Luke sat by Clyde's body, in disbelief. He looked shaky and in disbelief. Sarah Jane, struggled to keep her tears back; I could tell she was trying to keep strong for Luke and me. She felt like she had to take charge and tell us that Clyde would be okay. I didn't know what to do, dry my tears and sooth Sarah Jane, or let her carry on soothing me? I didn't put any of my actions into thoughts, and just curled up against Sarah Jane and cried into her- when I looked up, I even saw a big puddle of my salty tears to have soaked into her jacket.
By the time the ambulance had come, I was still curled up against Sarah Jane. My tears had stopped, but I was trembling uncontrollably. Both of them kept telling me things would be okay and that Clyde would be fine. I didn't reply; I couldn't. If Clyde died- or if he was already dead- it would be my fault. If I'd have opened the door, when I should have, Clyde wouldn't be in this state, he'd be completely unharmed. It was all my fault.
The paramedics loaded Clyde's body into the back of the ambulance. I couldn't bear to watch, I still couldn't believe what had just happened. I was praying that I would wake up and it would all be a dream.
"You alright, love?" a paramedic asked me, crouching beside me.
"It... it was all my fault," I murmured.
"It wasn't, Rani," Sarah Jane told me, calmly- though her voice sounded choked. Her grip on me tightened and I clasped her shoulders more.
"Can we come with him?" Luke asked the paramedic.
"One of you can," the paramedic replied," The other one of you should stay with the girl and make sure she's okay; she's suffering from trauma and shock."
Normally, it would bother me that someone would speak about me, right in front of me, but I didn't have the energy to object.
"Luke, go with Clyde. When you get to the hospital, call Carla," Sarah Jane instructed.
"Sure, Mum," Luke promised.
Sarah Jane stood up; pulling me up with her. The sirens cried aloud and the ambulance flew off don the road. Sarah Jane and me rushed to her blue mini and got in. I leant against the window, still shaking. The engine vroomed and we left Bannerman Road for the hospital.
"It's all my fault," I said, once we had left the street.
"It isn't, Rani," Sarah Jane replied. Strangely, she didn't sound supportive or comforting, but rather angry. I immediately felt even worse. Even Sarah Jane thought it was my fault. It was my fault.
We got to the hospital and went to the main reception. The receptionist told us that Clyde was in the Intensive Care Unit; I broke down even more. Clyde was going to die... and it was all my fault. We went to the waiting room and found Luke. He said he'd called Carla and that she was on her way. We all sat down and waited, anxiously.
The waiting room was big, plain white and filled with chairs. Not wanting to upset anyone, I sat as far away from them, as I could. The room was silent, until Carla burst in.
"What the hell happened?!" Carla demanded to know, tears streaming down her face.
Sarah Jane and Luke stood up; I remained in my seat, oblivious to my surroundings.
"Carla," Sarah Jane addressed," There was an accident, I'm... I'm so sorry."
Carla shook her head and sat on the plastic chair beside Sarah Jane.
"I'm sorry, too. I didn't mean to shout, I'm just..." Carla muttered.
"Yeah, we know what you mean," Sarah Jane gave Clyde's Mother a sympathetic smile.
Then again, the room fell into silence. I still hadn't moved.
After twenty minutes or so (I wasn't paying attention to time, so it could have been twenty hours, for all I knew), a nurse came in and called for Clyde's Mother. She said that she, and she only, could see Clyde. Carla left with a promise that she'd report back to us when she could. I felt a pang of jealousy when Carla left to see Clyde. All I wanted to do was see him and apologise for what I'd done to him.
"Luke, go and get some drinks please," Sarah Jane told Luke.
Obediently, he left the room for the hospital café. Once the door was shut and Luke was gone, Sarah Jane stood up and too the seat next to me. I didn't react.
"Rani, is there anything you want to tell me?" Sarah Jane asked.
Still, I didn't react.
"Why have you been ignoring us?" Sarah Jane tried.
"Because," I replied," Because, I don't want to help fight aliens anymore."
"I see. Do you mind if I ask why? There are of course lots of reasons, as to why someone wouldn't want to, but would you mind giving me your exact reasons?"
"I was tired all the time, my grades were the equivalent to a year eight student's work and I... I felt like I didn't belong," I explained. I expected tears to form in my eyes, but they didn't. I had dried out.
"Why didn't you feel like you belonged?"
"You're the leader, Luke's the smart one, Clyde's the joker. Then who am I?"
"You're Rani. Rani Chandra," Sarah Jane explained," You don't have to be anyone special, Rani. But you are someone special. So, please, if you don't want to help us do what we do, then don't, but please say. Rani you've saved the world before and the group isn't complete without you. But still, u like me, you have a choice. You can help us, or you can't. But whatever you choose, please, let's still be friends. I'll help you with your journalist work, hang out with Clyde and Luke at school. We're all your friends, Rani. We always will be."
"You didn't think you'd get rid of us that easily did you?" Sarah Jane asked, grinning.
"Well, whatever I choose, it doesn't matter right now," I pointed out," What matters, is Clyde."
"He'll be fine," Sarah Jane promised," Oh, and don't you dare say it's your fault, because if you do, the next thing that will happen to you, will be entirely my fault."
I laughed. I felt bad laughing, when the joker of the group was in ICU, but I couldn't help it.
Sarah Jane would always be my best friend. She was always there, as was Luke and Clyde. I didn't even have to look, they'd never leave.
The door opened and Carla walked in looking happy. She was still crying, but I knew Clyde was fine.
"He's awake. He's fine," Carla announced," He wants to see you, Rani."
Desperate to see him, I left Sarah Jane and followed Carla out of the ICU and into another ward. A nurse pulled back some curtains and Carla pulled me in. Clyde lay on the bed, attached to less monitors than I had expected. He had a bandage on his head and his arm in a sling, but that was it.
"Well, I'll leave you two to it," Carla said, then left.
"Rani?" Clyde asked, his voice was quieter than a whisper, but I could hear him.
"I'm here, Clyde," I replied," I'm here."
AN: I hope you enjoyed it! R&R! =)
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