"Sit down, Elle. How do you feel?" Elle sat down in the sand and winced at the pain shooting through her leg. Gabriel gripped her shoulders.
"I think I'll be fine." She began removing the bandages wrapped around her thigh. The wound was deep and she was losing a lot of blood.
"We have to get you to a hospital. You're losing too much blood," Gabriel said putting the bandages back in place. Elle put her hand on his, stopping him.
"No, Gabriel. If we go back to Pinehearst, they can help us."
"We're not going back there. I don't trust them. We'll have to figure something else out." He continued rewrapping her leg, trying his best not to get sand in the wound. When he finished, he took her chin in his hand. "You stay here. I'll be right back."
"Where are you going?" She turned and watched him jog up the road. There were headlights in the distance. "Gabriel, what are you doing?" she yelled to him. The pain in her leg was becoming excruciating. It was becoming hard to handle.
He was in the middle of the road, waving his arms at the oncoming car. It slowed and she watched his silhouette walk to the driver's side window. After a moment of what she assumed was talking, the door opened and the driver stepped out with his hands in the air. Gabriel got in and drove towards the beach.
"What did you say to him?" Elle asked as Gabriel helped her stand. He put her arm over his shoulders and lifted her up.
"I told him it was in his best interest to get out." They walked to the left side of the car.
"Where'd he go?" Gabriel opened the door for her and gently set her in the seat. She winced again at the pain.
"That doesn't matter right now. You're hurt and we have to get you help." He slammed the door and got in the driver's side. He revved the engine and tore off down the road. "How are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm fine. Just drive." She was beginning to feel light headed and dizzy.
"Stay with me, Elle. Don't go to sleep."
"I have to," she whispered. She turned to look at him, but saw nothing.