Chapter 2
The sky was blue.
Not a single cloud in the sky, the only obstructions being the branches above, some of the broken from the fall.
His fall.
At first he'd honestly thought he was dead, as he had never remembered the sky being quite that blue before.
But then the pain had flooded his system and, well, dead people didn't feel pain.
Which meant he was still very much alive... For now at least.
He had tried calling for help, but only a pathetic sounding squeak had escaped followed by the taste of blood hitting his tongue and he had given up pretty quickly.
It was hard to breath and getting harder, both his sides throbbed with each inhale and exhale he took, the air rattling in his chest, every time he coughed the taste of copper got worse and he would close his eyes as he swallowed it back, the blood making him feel nauseous.
There was something stabbed below his ribs on his left side, he'd felt it when he'd managed to raising his arm, fingers trembling as they'd lightly ran over the splintered piece of wood stabbed into his torso.
He couldn't fell his legs, and he knew his right leg was broken, as he'd managed to lift his head long enough to look down when he'd first realized his legs weren't moving, his right shin bone having just started to tear through his pant leg making him glad for the briefest of moments that he couldn't feel it.
'Why couldn't I have just died? It would have been better then this... There's no way they're going to get to me before I choke to death on my own blood.'
Sucking in a breath as deep as he could, he focused back on the sky, trying to ignore the numerous pains and the panic of not being able to move his legs.
He had fallen onto private property, that much he knew. The only way onto the acres upon acres of forest was a security guarded gate and the rangers had informed them that the man who owned the property was extremely rich as well as extremely anti-social and on top of that a hermit.
Meaning the team would need a warrant to come onto the property just to look for him...
Or more likely, to look for his body.
The sound of bike tires skidding in dirt had his focus faltering, his focus was destroyed completely by footsteps and a shadow to his right and then a face over his, blocking out that clear blue sky.
He blinked in slight surprise, the teenager who was now kneeling over him blinking back, a mixture of panic, fear and concern covering her face as she reached up a hand to tuck her wavy brown hair back behind her ear and quickly adjusting the black toque on her head.
The girl quickly sat back, biting her lip and studying him from head to toe, tugging at the fingerless leather gloves on her hands.
After a moment she reached out, gingerly lifting his vest to check for ID with a slightly disgusted look at the sight of blood, pulling the small plastic card from the inside pocket.
She scanned it over before checking his pockets, pulling out his wallet and checking his drivers license, then his cellphone, which, as expected, was broken beyond repair.
He tried to speak but she shushed him and shrugged off her hoodie, readjusting the scarf around her neck before she folded the hoodie and shuffled forward on her knees, carefully sliding her hand under his head and lifting it high enough to slide the garment underneath as a makeshift pillow.
Standing, she stepped over him, crouching down on his other side to inspect the branch jutting from his below his ribs, then she frowned again and without a word pulled an Iphone from her jeans pocket and sent a text, giving him a reassuring smile as she sat down next to him, hesitating slightly before she reached over and gently took his hand, squeezing lightly which, after a moment, he returned.
There was silent after that, apart from his wheezes and the teenager occasionally coughing.
The sound of an engine pulled the consultant from his thoughts, and he turned his head slightly as he watched the ATV pulling the trailer stop next to the bike carelessly dumped on the ground.
A man in his early fifties got off, graying black hair mussed and dressed in jeans and a grey sweater, black medical bag in hand as he hurried over, the teenager obediently moving aside, still holding the injured consultants hand as the man crouched beside them.
"How's he doin'?"
The teenager gave the older man a pointed look, a look that said 'what do you think?', and he smiled slightly at her before standing and stepping over the man on the ground, crouching on his other side, setting the bag down and reaching out to gently grasp his wrist, checking his pulse.
The consultant allowed the man to shine a pen light in his eyes, wincing slightly from the brightness.
"I'm Noah and this lovely young lady holding you hand is Kitty... Can you tell me your name?"
The man, Noah, spoke with a clear confident voice and he knew instantly that he had to have a medical background.
"Pa'rick... M'names Patrick," he finally managed it after a few tries, his pulsing beating faster when he realized it was harder to keep a steady train of thought.
"Well Patrick, you're gonna be just fine, we're gonna get you outta here, and patched up," Noah gave him a reassuring smile, patting his unretched shoulder before sitting back and opening the bag, muttering under his breath as he removed a syringe and a small vile of clear liquid.
The blonde cringed slightly, a small whimper escaping his lips as he watched the man fill the needle.
Oh, how he hated needles... Especially when they were being given by unknown men in the middle of the woods.
"Just relax Patrick, It's just a bit of morphine to help ease the pain."
He nodded, well he was pretty sure he nodded, managing to tilt his head slightly to watch as his sleeve was cut with a tiny pair of steel scissors before a rubber band was tied around his bicep so Noah could find a vein.
He didn't remember much after that, the world becoming an almost blissful haze as the pain dulled.
The consultant was out completely by the time the two strangers strapped him to a back brace and loaded him onto the trailer.
~Mentalist~~Mentalist~~Mentalist~~Mentalist~~Mentalist~~Mentalist~~Mentalist~
YAY!
Another chapter (: I had a long debate with friends on who I should start this chapter with xD Jane or the team! Obviously Jane won :D
Tonight I'm so alone,
This sorrow takes a hold,
Don't leave me here so cold...
Never wanna be so cold.
Your touch used to be so kind,
Your touch used to give me life,
I've waited all this time...
~ Skillet