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| Elden took the pictures with all the enjoyment of someone forced to clean public toilets with their toothbrush. But it was either he take care of it, or she'd have to stand here and let complete strangers do it. Even he wasn't comfortable with that. He gently lifted her hands, photographing each one, top and bottom before he finally tucked the phone in his pocket. The tears streaming down her cheeks were like a fist to his heart, a physical pain beyond any he'd ever felt before. He should have gone after her right away, he should have run after her and stopped her, like his instincts had told him to. Gone with her in the least. All he could do now was wrap her in his arms, hold her tight as the tears fell. Finally he turned her towards the trucks open door, reaching in to pull the heavy jacket from behind the seat and setting it on the seat. "Get out of those and put this on. Just put them on the floorboards, Sheriff can bag them himself" He ran a hand over her hair, making sure she'd understood his words before turning away. He moved to the end of the truck bed and stopped, keeping his back to her but unwilling to be any farther away than he had to be. His body blocked the view of anyone coming in from behind, like the boys in the dirt or eventually the sheriff and the emt's. Just as she had finished, the flashing lights lit up the lot. The sheriff's truck pulled up beside the Challenger, and the dark haired man stepped out, hand on his gun as he surveyed the wreckage before him. His gaze slid over El and he shook his head "Elden Summers... Shoulda known you'd be involved in this somehow. Four years its been pretty quiet around here, you come home and suddenly all hell breaks loose" Eldne gave the older man a smirk, moving forward to shake his hand. He paused half way through the action, and held up a blood covered hand with a shrug before letting it fall back to his side "Sorry about this Seth. Des had a few boys follow her home from school... They were set on... " He glanced back at Des, unwilling to force her to relive it more than she had to. He nodded as the ambulance pulled in, the medics making a beline for the boys in the dirt "No. You guys can look at them later, they'll hold. " He turned and moved back to Des. He slipped his arm around her waist and guided her around to the ambulance, sitting her down on the bumper. His gaze flicked to the female medic, and he nodded her over "I think she might have a concussion. But check her over as much as you can..." He squatted down so he was level with Des, tipping her chin so she'd look at him. "Des. This ladies gonna look you over. I'm gonna talk to the sheriff. You need me, you just say so, I'll be right here " He stood and moved back to the Sheriff, speaking in low tones so Des wouldn't overhear then. He pulled his phone from his pocket and showed the man the photos, getting a nod of approval. The man moved to gather her clothes from the pickup as El returned to Des' side. They still needed to scrape her nails, and maybe the medic could do that, limit the number of strangers who would have to touch her. He hissed silently as his wound bumped against the ambulance, causing it to start bleeding again. He could feel the old blood cooling and turning sticky all the way down into his boot. He really needed to get some quick clot in it or he wasn't going to be able to drive them home. As it was, the clutch was going to be a bitch. He might stick to second gear and just blow the hand full of stop signs between here and the house. |
.twenty.two. .6'4". brown hair .brown eyes. .scar on left cheek. .Ford F-100 Cruiser. Dove Grey .Marine Scout Sniper. .Gunnery Sergeant. .Third Tour of Duty. |
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