"That looks broken."
"What, you think?" Chloe glared at her skateboard, and then up at the girl whose face was mostly blocked by the sun. She squinted some, raising a hand to cover her eyes. Just her luck.
"Look, you can take my hand or not, but I'm not leaving till I get you to a hospital."
Chloe scowled, watching her board slowly start rolling back down the hill. It had kicked out from under her and sent her sprawling into the sidewalk; she was pretty sure she had a broken ankle. This girl seemed pretty sure of that, too.
"I don't need your help, I'm fine." She stared firmly at the girl's car, wishing it had hit her, now, wishing she hadn't backed out at the last minute.
She knew what her step-dad would say - all about her "just acting out for attention". She couldn't afford to go to the hospital and get yelled at again. And she couldn't push the bills onto her mom's back, either. She was just stupid.
"You can't even stand up." The girl presented her hand again, more stubbornly this time, and Chloe scowled but accepted it after a long staring match.
"Just - lean on me, I'll drive you to the hospital."
"I don't need to go to the hospital."
"You can't even walk on your own, honey. You're going to the hospital."
Chloe nearly snorted. "Honey?"
Her savior didn't even flinch. "Problem?"
"I don't even know where to start," she smirked, unlatching the car door and fumbling her way into the passenger's seat.
"Maybe you should start with your name," the girl suggested, crossing the front of her car and stopping for only a moment to pick up Chloe's battered skateboard.
"You first."
The girl slid in and shut the door, glanced at Chloe exasperated. "Rachel Amber."
Chloe smirked. "My hero."