Title: Mind Over Matter - Chapter 2: Oh My, You're just... Bleeding All Over
Author: Jezebel Jai-Braxlin
Summary: The accident gets worse
Disclaimer: Own nothing but my OC and some plot.
Chapter 2: Oh My, You're just... Bleeding All Over
A car pulled up to the motel. The door burst open, and in stepped George carrying Alice.
"She won't stop bleeding, she won't stop bleeding."
The man at the desk did a double take and jumped up.
"Jesus Christ! What happened?"
"It was an accident! We had an accident! May I use your phone?"
"Uh, yeah sure." Stuttered the man.
He picked up the phone and dialed. George set Alice on a nearby couch and knelled in front of her.
"Shit! Phones out. That's what happens in the rain." Stammered the man.
Ed walked in with Timmy.
"Their phone doesn't work." Said George.
"Saint Jude, 24 hour emergency. 30 miles east." Said the man, still behind the counter.
Ed nodded. He set Timmy in a chair.
"You sit here, k."
He turned to George.
"Keep pressure on the wound. I'll be back with help. Check them in."
"I'll put em' in 4." Said the man, grabbing a key.
Ed raced out the door. A few minutes later, a very angry lady came through the door.
"Great, now I'm stuck here!"
"What are you talking about?" said the man.
"First of all, who are you?" Snapped the lady.
"I'm Larry. I own this place."
"Well, Larry, I was just thrown out of my car by my driver, who had to go get help for HER!" Shouted the woman.
She was pointing at Alice.
Ed drove along the empty highway. The raindrops splattering on the windshield made sight near impossible. A blinking light came into view, followed by a woman waving her arms. He could hear her:
"Please! Please stop! PLEASE! Yes!"
She ran to the driver's side window.
"My car broke down. Can I get a ride?"
"Uh, Yeah sure. Hop in."
She grabbed some of her bags and got in.
"Thanks."
They drove for a while in silence.
"You know your going east."
"Hospitals this way." Said Ed, turning on the heater.
"It's flooded. I mean, it's a dead end. You can't get through."
"Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to try, miss..."
"Paris."
"Paris? I'm Ed."
"Caroline Suzanne? That name sound familiar...Wait...Didn't you used to be that actress?" Larry asked.
Caroline looked at him and grit her teeth.
"Yes."
"Wow!" Exclaimed Larry.
He grabbed key number 8.
"Now is 8 a nice room?" Asked Caroline. "Because though I am leaving soon, I would still prefer a nice room."
She slipped him an extra $20. He eyed her wallet.
"8's very cozy."
Ed walked around the front of the Lincoln that was now stuck in water. He came around to the passenger window.
"I told you so." Shrugged Paris.
Another car was headed their direction. Ed ran to the road.
"Hey, stop! There's no way through. There's no way through!"
The car slowed, and Ed walked to the driver window.
"Do you have a cell phone?"
"Who wants to know?" Said the man in the passenger seat.
"Look, there's been an accident. A bad one. A lady's hurt. We need a cell phone if you have one."
"Dude, slow down. First of all, we do not know who you are. Second of all, we do not see an accident-"
Ed reached through the car, over a woman and grabbed the man's shirt collar.
"Listen dude, I'm having a real fucked up, real bad fucking day. So I suggest if you or your girlfriend has a cell phone you give it to me."
"Dude, we don't have a cell phone, so could you just let go of me now!"
Ed let go and leaned back out of the car.
"Alright, then I need you to give me a lift in the other direction."
"It's flooded that way too." Said the woman.
The man saw Paris.
"Ginny, pop the trunk. Let them in."
Ginny looked at him in surprise.
"Ginny, let them in!"
She popped the trunk, and they got in. The man looked Paris up and down.
"Hey."
"Hi."
"I'm Lou, this is Ginny."
The car pulled up to the motel.
"The phone still dead?" Asked Ed running up to Larry.
"Ya."
"The roads flooded both ways. I couldn't get through."
"Where's your Lincoln."
"Stuck in a rut about 15 miles out. These two picked me up and the girl was stranded. Hey, is there another way out of the valley?"
Larry was looking over the three new people. His eyes came to rest on Paris.
"Is she a hooker?"
"Listen! Is there a back road out of here?"
"Where do you think the waters going, you wouldn't make it 500 feet!" Said Larry, defensively.
"How's the woman?"
"I don't know, they're in 4."
Ed ran to the room. Alice was on the bed and George was kneeling next to it, holding the towel in place, and keeping his other hand on her forehead.
"We're a little stuck here, George. I don't think we can get out tonight."
"She just keeps shaking!" Said George, barely paying attention.
"She's in shock. Let me take a look."
"What?"
"Let me take a look."
George looked back at his wife, then reluctantly moved. Ed looked over the wound.
"Did your wife pack a sewing kit?"
"No."
A new car pulled up. Larry and Ed ran outside. A man stepped out from the driver side.
"I'm Officer Rhodes. I'm transporting a prisoner. I'll give you the right to refuse us service, but I could use a room."
"You got a radio?" Asked Ed.
"Yeah, why?"
"We've had an accident, and we could use some help."
"Alright."
Officer Rhodes opened the passenger side door and grabbed the radio.
"442, requesting medical. This is 442 requesting medical… Nothing," He said, defeated.
He put the radio back.
"She's banged up pretty bad; you got a first-aid kit in there?"
"Band-aid, that's about it." Said Rhodes, looking through the glove compartment. Ed looked at Larry.
"How about a needle and thread?"
"Maybe in the kitchen. I'll go check. Officer, you and your guy are in 10. Just grab your key and go ahead."
Ed was stitching up Alice's neck, and George was watching.
"Where'd you learn to do that?"
"Pretty much where you're standing. Hey, is the - uh - little boy. Is he all right? He hasn't said a word since the accident. I don't know if he-."
"No, no. He doesn't talk much, ever since...The uh...I'm his stepfather. His father...Two years ago he left. Little temper problem."
George looked distant.
"Almost done," said Ed.
A loud bang came from outside. George and Ed looked at each other.
"You finish," said George, looking towards the window.
"I'll go see what's going on."
George opened the door and ran outside. He was almost on the road, when the trash can nearest to him toppled over. A girl, leaning/grabbing onto a post, had accidentally bumped it. She had her back to him.
"Hey..."
He started towards her. She turned. She has two lines of blood running down her shirt.
"Thank god," she said.
She started to fall.
"Hey!" George shouted.
George raced over and caught her. He lowered her towards the ground, laying her across his lap. He supported her head with his arm. Bullet holes. Her blood was already covering his lap and making a huge pool on the ground.
"Hey! ED, LARRY! SOMEBODY!"
No one answered. He picked her up, and raced to the room.
A/N: At this point I'm just having rambling fun. If anyone ever reads this (Which I doubt anyone but me would go looking for Identity stories) than let me know what you think, please. Don't be a ghost reader. GHOST READERS DON'T GET PRESENTS FROM SANTA!