"Ma'am are you alright?" The paramedic approached the back of the vehicle, he'd been checking on everyone involved in the accident. I'm sure the teenager's in the car in front of me fared worse. The police was also working on getting statements from witnesses.
I was sitting in the back of my car, the trunk popped, treating my own injuries.
"I've got it under control," I told him with a faint smile, "Thank you."
I'd wanted my visit to be a surprise, but I suppose now I'd have to call my dad to get a ride. He'd probably be glad but the fact that I got in an accident would cause him to act more protective than usual. It was one of many perks of having a werewolf for a father.
I waited for all the excitement and adrenaline to fade away before I took up my cell phone. The police took my number, but I'm sure that they'd gotten all they wanted from me. I was just one of the few innocent who got forced into the accident by reckless driving.
"Hey dad, how's your night been?" I closed the trunk and got a fair enough look at the damage at the side of my car. The vehicle was fairly new, and I'd just been about to pay it off... well my insurance was bound to cover a huge chunk of it.
I'd have to schedule a doctor's appointment as soon as possible, just to ensure that nothing was wrong. That would also keep my dad mollified for a time.
"Not so well, I was running late enough but now I'm caught in traffic from some accident up ahead."
"Oh, what are you late to? Friday Night Date with the Mrs?" I knew he suspected something, not only because I was obviously horrible at acting casual but there was no doubt he caught the tremble in my voice.
"Yes...is everything alright with you?" The suspicion coming through in his voice. He was probably going to interrogate me if I tried to dodge out of the truth.
"You know that accident ahead? I got caught up in it and I'm sorry for interrupting your date even further, but I could really use a ride and since you're already in the area."
"Marlee," Dad's tone came out in a softened sigh, "Do I need to drive you to the hospital?"
"No, my injuries are minor. A sprained wrist is the worst. No I don't need a late night trip to the hospital. I'll call in an appointment to the clinic." I turned to watch the line of traffic. I couldn't identify any cars due to their headlights blinding me. "I was just one of those unfortunate side-lanners that got caught up in things."