Prompt: hurt_don #2 What: car Where: road
Day 2
Chasing somebody across a multiple lane road was never fun. They always made it look easy in the movies, but it never was so in real life. The multiple adrenaline hits as each car was successfully negotiated always took a toll and were not enjoyable. Add in the suspect having a gun and deciding to use the traffic as cover to take pot shots at him, and Don decided it was damned near the worst it could be.
Then a male driver, who didn't look old enough to be behind the wheel, freaked out when he saw Don's gun and swerved into another lane to get away from him. The driver next to him accelerated to avoid being hit and it started a domino effect of horns and fast manoeuvring that left Don feeling sick to his stomach as he did his best to avoid the oncoming cars. The only thing he could do was make for the side of the road and safety. He'd almost made it when he saw the sedan bearing down on him. The driver had hit the brakes hard and Don could see the frantic look of fear on the woman's face. Don had one moment of perfect clarity and knew that he couldn't get to safety in time. It was going to hit him. Even so, he attempted to put on a burst of speed, hoping that he could minimise the damage that the car was going to do to him.
He'd almost made it to the side of the road when the slowing car clipped him on the hip, sending him tumbling forwards and sideways, nudging him onto the embankment and out of the path of any further damage. He rolled several times, before coming to a stop with a groan, lying on his front. There was a sharp ache coming from his hip; he could taste dirt and he could already feel the pain from the gravel rash on his face and hands.
As much as he wanted to stay still, he knew he couldn't. Nothing felt broken and there was an armed suspect running around. Fortune favoured him when he limped up to a standing position. The traffic had snarled and his suspect, assuming that Don was out of action, had stopped and acted like a concerned citizen to blend in. The man was just turning away to leave when Don, ignoring the man who was trying to tell him that he needed to sit down till the ambulance arrived and the woman—the one who'd hit him—having hysterics a few feet away, aimed his gun and shouted out, "FBI! Do not move."
The man froze and slowly put his hands up and Don grimly limped over and handcuffed him. Don might not have admitted it, but he was relieved when LAPD turned up two minutes later and he could get them to hold his prisoner while he sat down.
Who knew that getting hit by a car hurt so much?
On second thought, he decided that it should have been damn obvious.
TBC...