"KachOWWWW" cried McQueen.
Jake scoffed, "That'll teach you for making out with my ex", as he walked out the door he started playing It's Everyday Bro on his big speakers that came out of nowhere
you scream, "MCQUEEN ARE YOU OKAY??"
he Groans "no... call a doctor"
"But you're a car..."
"And???"
You sigh, "Alrighty." you purposely knock yourself onto the emergency button calling one of the doctors. They would be here soon but now you were on the ground.
"Yes?" Another doctor enters the room and looks around, "Wacha need?"
From the floor you yell, "My boyfriend is kinda in pain right now"
"Not my problem."
"But you're a doctor .-."
"Fuck, you're right." They walk over to McQueen and start examining his broken windshield, "After much observation, I have come to the conclusion that your boyfriend is indeed a car."
McQueen gasped, "And???"
"You need a mechanic, my guy."
"I SEE WHAT TYPE OF PEOPLE YOU ARE!" McQueen started driving towards the exit, "I CAN NOT STAND THIS RACISM! I WILL NOT STAND THIS RACISM!"
you shout "BABE WAIT!" still from the ground
He scoffs, "No (Y/N) I MUST leave this place" McQueen sadly didn't fit from the door "Goodbye." he drives back and rams himself into the exit breaking the wall into pieces.
You were once again alone,
and on the floor.
The doctor starts righting you a bill, "You are paying for that? Right?" they sigh.
Not only were you alone but now you were in debt.