Waiting by Erin Dennington ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 13 Davis lunged for the outside door, grabbed the handle, and shoved his way through. Reporters be dammed, he was going to help and he wasn't going to worry about interviews. Almost falling on the slick ground, Davis berated himself for rushing outside so quickly, for rushing headlong to save someone at the expense of himself. Rushing but no longer running, Davis approached the intersection where the accident was located and drew in a quick breath when he took in the total damage done. The car no longer resembled a car at all; it had been smashed so much that it had taken on the appearance of crumbled foil. Davis reached the accident scene and stopped at the van before catching his breath. "Hey," he said, "anyone in there?" He threw his thumb back and pointed at the van. The cameraman appeared to recognize Davis but he didn't comment on that. Instead he shook his head and said, "Nah, man, she got out almost as soon as the accident happened. She's over there." He pointed at the curb behind the two vehicles, an area that Davis had been unable to view during his mad rush outdoors. Davis tentatively walked over to the woman and crouched down in front of her. She clutched her right arm tightly to her side, the arm bleeding from a multitude of cuts. She stared at him, not really seeing him, but looking straight through him. Knowing it might be useless to try talking to her, he attempted to find out if she was hurt elsewhere. "Are you ok?" he asked, carefully watching her eyes. "We're calling 911, but is there anything we can do for you now?" She didn't answer so he left her side and went back to the cameraman, who was looking inside of the car. "Hey," Davis said, "we need to get her a blanket or something, she's going into shock if she hasn't already. Have you tried searching her van for something?" The man shrugged. "No, Mister Jackson," he replied, "I've been trying to get to this woman the entire time. She hasn't moved since the accident." Somewhat startled by the sudden use of his name, Davis turned around, reached inside the mangled van door, and shut off the engine. A quick glance showed him that, unless he climbed inside, he wasn't going to be able to see into the back of the van. Pocketing the key, he climbed inside and began searching, squinting into the darkness. 14:01 - 11.05.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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