The sky carried a dark edge to it when clouds loomed in the distance. Almost as if the grey color was painted on in thinly lined streaks- the artist giving no mercy as watercolor splashed close to a solid blue gradient.

"We have a 10-46 by old mills road." The voice was static filled and frantic against the sound of large sheets of rain clashing with every inch of the vehicle, it's tires cautious as puddles collected towards the edges of paths less taken. "Unit Eight, what's your 10-20?"

"Unit Eight responding," Aubrey grasped onto the small radio that was mainly reserved for truckers around the area. "Approximately three minutes."

The blonde's heart was almost pounding out of her chest. It wasn't an unfamiliar feeling. Adrenaline wasn't far off in her profession, but something about the impending night filled with storm surges and crashed vehicles was enough to counteract any method the young paramedic tried to instill within herself.

"10-4."

Pure silence filled the cab once more as the blonde curled her fingers around the hem of her pants, fingers numb as she swallowed the sour taste in her mouth. It wasn't often when the thick feeling of fear filled her, but something about this call seemed off. It was urgent, but that's all they knew.

"Do you think it's another accident?" Her counterpart asked, keeping crystal eyes on the road. One misstep would send them into a slick nightmare, the view barely visible through dark skies and bright headlights.

Aubrey studied the girl, the woman she had been training with for the past four years as a first responder. Her steely gaze was always so captivating and calming compared to the curly mess of auburn hair that seemed to fall perfectly over broad shoulders. She was always so docile, never showing fear or anger in any way. Chloe had more patience than anyone she had ever met, making her wonder why she chose to be a medic instead of a pediatrician, aside from the few years of school.

Chloe flicked the lights on, a deep hum filling the engine as the noise quickly cleared the highway, patrons who pulled over undoubtedly overcome with curiosity as to where the ambulance was heading.

"It has to be," Aubrey responded, steeling herself as they neared the scene. "It wouldn't kill Ash to give us a little more information."

Chloe chuckled softly, "No, I suppose not."

The ambulance came to a screeching halt along the edge of the rural highway, the corner meeting between farmland that was left untouched during the winter nights. Rain would soon turn to ice, and ice to snow- but for now, it was just a frigid hell that caught Aubrey's attention. That and the motorcycle laid gently on the edge of the highway.

Both girls glanced nervously at one another. They had seen motorcycle accidents before. They were never this calm- this forgiving. The bikes were usually totaled, 95% of the time its driver didn't make it to the hospital despite best efforts. It brought that same sour taste into her mouth as she pushed the door open, one hand grasping onto the medical kit while the other shielded her from the diagonal rainfall.

It was the type of rain that stung against your cheeks, making them numb and untouchable, Chloe rushing along the edge of the van as she grasped the makeshift plastic gurney. She glanced around, squinting as the coolness soaked through every inch of her clothing, despite the jacket that the rainfall dripped off of.

"What the hell?" Aubrey mumbled as her hair began to stick to her forehead, her boots making a cracking sound against the pavement. A large oak tree rested by the bike that was propped up, propped up with intention.

"Over here!" Chloe shouted as a crack of lightning flashed against the right edge of her face, her features determined as she started in a light sprint towards a shaded area, the darkness from the night air apparent as breath pushed in front of both girls.

The woman was pressing her back against the bark of the tree, her eyes clenched shut as a trembling hand wrapped around her stomach. The pain was evident on pale and cutting features. Aubrey couldn't see her eyes, but she could see the striped leather jacket by her side. It was cold enough to need four of them, and this tiny brunette was reduced to nothing but a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

"Ma'am," Aubrey dropped down to her knees next to the woman, careful not to touch her as the sloshing mud soaked through pants. Chloe did the same, not wasting time to reach for the girl's pulse. She placed two fingers easily on the stranger's wrist, taking notice of the bloodied knuckles as crimson rushed past pale skin.

"Pulse isn't strong, Bree."

"Ma'am, can you open your eyes for me?"

There was nothing at first, both girls screaming over the roar of picking up wind speeds. Aubrey's breath was picking up its pace as the girl's eyes shot open- they were an unrecognizable blue- something so sapphire and concrete. They were scared.

"What happened?" Chloe moved her gloved fingers to the woman's neck instead, she turned her head to the side, letting her feel around for a stronger pulse. She swallowed roughly, parting her lips.

There didn't seem to be anything physically wrong with her. Not that Aubrey could tell. They couldn't do much at this point, not seeing any physical lacerations or wounds that they could quickly patch up in order to get her to the nearest hospital.

"I-I don't know." She mumbled, voice smooth as it sent chills up Aubrey's spine. "I was riding home and there was this… this flash."

"Lightning?" The blonde questioned, trying to keep the girl in focus. "What's your name?"

"Yeah, yes." She panted, "Beca Mitchell."

The paramedic nodded, pulling a stethoscope from the kit by her side, she placed them in her ears, securing them before reaching under the hem of the black, water-soaked shirt. Beca pulled in a breath as the cool edge moved against her chest.

"I felt like I got hit… hard. Like football? Yeah, like getting hit by a really huge linebacker."

This woman talked a lot but in an endearing type of way. "Breath in for me."

"How do you feel now?" Chloe questioned, leaning back on one foot while the other stayed close to her chest, her hand resting lazily on it- once she realized that the woman wasn't in dire need to the sirens and lights just yet.

"Lightheaded, and there's this… this buzzing in my head. I feel drunk."

"Are you?" Aubrey asked, voice tight as she sniffed against the cold, pulling her touch away from the girl as she too leaned back.

"No! of course not. I just, couldn't drive anymore. It's like that lightning was close, right in front of my bike. I had never seen anything light up the sky that much- almost dominating."

"Alright," Aubrey let out a shaky breath, glancing back at the woman's bike. The rain didn't show any sign of letting up soon. Her eyes quickly darted back towards her partner. "Your pulse and breathing seem a little irregular. A panic attack maybe."

"It might have to do with the fact that you were struck by lightning." Chloe lifted her eyebrows trying to register the reaction Beca was giving off. It wasn't a calm one. She straightened herself up and parted her lips slightly, finger curling into the grass.

"I'm sorry what?" Beca's voice was higher than before. "Shouldn't I be dead?"

"Mm," Aubrey lifted her chin "Common misconception. But we are going to take you in to get your checked out, alright Beca? We don't know how much electricity you were really exposed to and the side effects are less than desirable."

The woman gulped but nodded absently her mind racing as the blonde next to her wrapped a hand around her mid-section, the other paramedic reaching for the medical kit and gurney that they brought along, trusting the woman to stand.

"This is fucking crazy," she mumbled as Aubrey helped her to the back of the large ambulance, another flash filling the velvet sky, all three women stopping in their tracks to watch the tear that the electric current created. Beca tensed in Aubrey's arms, clenching her jaw.

"Hey," the girl whispered soothingly "It's okay, alright? It'll be okay."