See...I'm not that evil. Here's another chapter!
"Cough, dammit, cough. Danny, you need to wake up." Steve was frantic. One hand checking for a pulse. The other gently pushing the hair out of Danny's face. Mud plastered everywhere. Medical personnel growling for him to get out of their way. They might have come to blows if Chin didn't step in and pull Steve away.
He watched the flurry of activity, his world spinning. Heart racing. He caught only bits of what they were saying.
"No obvious injuries."
"He must have hit his head. Pupils are dilated."
"Can't clear this airway. Gonna have to trach him."
"A crike might work better. Less blood loss."
"We'll have to do it on the run."
"Let's get moving."
"Breathe, Danny. Come on." This time Chin chanted the magick words. He grabbed Kono, pulling her into their huddle.
By this time, Lou ran over. "What the hell happened?"
"She tripped him." Kono shivered. "Then she pushed him into the mud."
"Who? What Kono?" Chin was confused. It had happened so fast.
"That crazy chick. She was with the group Steve helped."
"What?" Steve tried to catch his breath. It was all so absurd. "I helped her?"
They jogged alongside the stretcher, Steve trying desperately not to lose touch with Danny.
Kono continued her explanation, fighting to keep her words clear. "I think she fell behind. She was screaming for them to wait up."
Their conversation came to a screeching halt at the back of the waiting ambulance.
One of the EMTs held out his hands. "Stop! There's no way you're riding with us like that. Get cleaned up."
Steve was panicked and pissed. Bad combination. He started to climb on board, ignoring the continued warnings.
Until a rather large member of event security blocked him. "No way, man. You'll have to follow in your own vehicle."
Lou pulled Steve to the side. "Getting into a fight with that overcooked side of beef won't do Danny any good, Steve. We'll take my truck. Come on."
See ya on the flip side...almost time for tonight's H50 on the East Coast...