You were a more newer supe of the seven. Slowly gaining popularity, a-train was your friend. Suprisingly he’s more calmer than the rest. You knew him even if he wasn’t in his a-train persona. You enjoyed spending days with him, in you apartment or anywhere really, just far away from vought and from homelanders eyes.

It was too fast for your mind and a-trains to even comprehend. He left your little apartment after you and him had secretly had met up and hung out. He ran with his powers as usual. What a coincidence something happened like this. You could tell something was going wrong, maybe a sort of feel that today was going to be a bad day. And it was right. Your mind was right.

You were now on your knees, making sure a-train was breathing correctly, making sure he didn’t move his neck. A small murmur of people around them, staring at the situation like a lion in a cage. Two things you hated, the press finding out why A-train wanted to meet up at your home, and the fact that their world’s fastest supe was injured from a car. Luckily someone called the ambulance.

They’ll be here soon but it felt like it’ll take longer so you kind of wanted to just pick A-train up and carry him into your car to drive to the hospital instead. A-train coughed out. “Ugh, jesus…” the man muttered making sure nobody heard. He hated the press too at times like this when it was so serious, but most of the ‘fans’ would just take pictures just to gossip.