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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
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Chapter 426 Happy's My NAME
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Kozik shut his eyes at the moment of impact. He knew there was a chance Happy would manage to slide under the truck and live, but there was a greater chance he'd end up smashed into the hay truck broken, bloody and dead.
The hay truck driver either didn't realize what had just happened or he figured that the accident wasn't his fault so he should just get the hell out of there.
Once Kozik realized that Happy was still alive, he went into emergency mode switching Happy's bike off and checking on him.
"Do you know what your name is?" Kozik asked rephrasing his question.
"Why the hell wouldn't I know my name?" Happy demanded.
"You might have a concussion."
"I had my helmet on."
Kozik didn't want to point out you can get a concussion with a helmet on because it happened to football players all the time. Instead he looked Happy over to see if there was any obvious damage like broken bones poking through the skin. There weren't any and nothing looked dislocated.
He knew you weren't supposed to move accident victims in case there were internal injuries, but there was more danger being sprawled in the middle of a two lane road at night.
"How do you feel?" Kozik asked.
"I'm good. Let's get my bike."
"That street sign needs some help standing up. You go do that and I'll pick up your bike," Kozik said helping Happy slowly make his way over to the street sign and leaning him up against it.
He picked up Happy's bike and moved it off to the side of the road. It was scratched, but how much more damage, Kozik couldn't tell.
"You think I could ride it?"
"You are going to the hospital," Kozik said pulling out his cell phone.
"I'm good, bro. How about you let me ride your bike back home?"
"You think I'm going to let you drive while I ride bitch on my own bike? You must have a concussion."
"I don't need to go to the hospital," Happy said sounding a little like a whiney child.
"Keep standing against the street sign while I call an ambulance."
"I don't need . . ."
"You're going to the hospital and I will knock you out if I have to to get you there."
"Bro, violence is never the answer."
Kozik thought for certain Happy had a concussion until he started laughing. Happy groaned and held his sides. Kozik realized Happy had some internal injuries and hoped they were limited to a couple of bruised ribs.
Kozik got an ambulance on the way staying on the line with the 911 operator. He used Happy's cell phone to text Eddie who worked at TM to tow Happy's bike away.
He would wait until Happy was in the ambulance to start the calls to the MC. He needed to watch over Happy to make sure he didn't do anything stupid.
"That was the sickest stunt I've ever seen," Kozik said.
"Best I've ever done. You think there's a camera anywhere that could have caught it?"
Kozik scanned the area but didn't spot any cameras. No one really had much need to see what was happening on that desolate stretch of road.
The ambulance arrived with flashing lights and sirens. Happy started imitating the siren after they cut it off.
"I'm not really hurt much," Happy told the EMTs earnestly. "Just went down a little on my motorcycle."
"He slid under a hay truck," Kozik added.
The two male EMTs looked at Happy and began to assess him with more urgency.
"What's your name," the older of the two EMTs asked Happy.
"Happy."
"I need your name for the forms," the man explained patiently.
"Happy."
"I think he might have a concussion," the man said under his breath to Kozik.
"His name really is Happy. There are some people who shouldn't be allowed to name kids. He's Happy Lowman and St. Thomas has his medical records and insurance information on file."
"Can I ride in the front seat with the driver?" Happy asked seriously.
Kozik motioned the older paramedic over for a private conversation.
"Needles freak him out and you will want to restrain him before you try to do an IV or it could get crazy."
The man looked at Happy and didn't want to risk crazy in the back of the ambulance.
"Thanks for the heads up. We're taking him to St. Thomas if you want to meet us there."
The paramedics tried to coax Happy to lie down on the gurney. He insisted he was well enough to ride with the driver.
"Get on the gurney," Kozik said, "or I will knock you out because . . ."
"Violence is always the answer," Happy and Kozik said in unison.
The last image Kozik had was of Happy strapped to the gurney fighting the paramedics who were trying to insert an IV into his arm. It was going to be a tough night for the medical staff of St. Thomas.