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There was a meeting going on, the kind where everyone shows up late and the guy who was supposed to bring the donuts forgot to order one of each flavor. With this particular case, however, Sam had skipped over buying the donuts in favor of panicking at the sight of what looked like a dead body when he and Bumblebee arrived at the lookout ten minutes ahead of schedule. The body wasn't actually dead, it was still breathing according to initial scans and propped up against the lookout tree.
"Call Ratchet," Sam told the Camaro as he darted from the front passenger seat. The command was unnecessary, as the golden Chevy had already sent a message upon having spotted the crumpled form from the main road.
"Be careful, Sam."
The boy had reached the down figure, stooping for a closer look. There was a shirt, caked in a mixture of blood and dirt, and jeans that were ripped and scraped in places that were most definitely painful. But the thing that shocked him was that the face, bruised on one side, was that of a girl just a little younger than himself.
"s**t," he breathed, sweeping his gaze across her again in an effort to find where the blood had come from. There was no obvious source, but the majority of it was centered on her ride side. Very carefully, he touched her arm, intending to move it out of the way but the second his fingers brushed against her wrist a fist collided with the underside of his jaw with a crack. He toppled over, scraping his elbow in the dirt as pain shot through his jaw like almost nothing he'd felt before. "********!"
"Sorry!"
"What the hell!?"
"It's a reflex, geez, you okay?"
"I think you broke my jaw," Sam commented from the dirt, clutching at his face to make sure it was intact. "Damn that hurts."
"Well, you're talking so that mean you're jaw isn't broken, probably just bruised."
"Thanks."
"Name's Ray," the girl offered, and it was only then that he realized that she was fully conscious and definitely not in need of immediate medical assistance. She frowned at him when he didn't respond. "And now would be when you'd introduce yourself."
"Sam."
"Wow, yet another monosyllabic name on my acquaintance list."
"You've got blood on your shirt," Sam pointed out, pushing himself up off the ground. "A lot of blood."
"Yeah, that's what happens when you tear your stitches out trying to do a motocross stunt on a hill that's definitely not designed for it," Ray replied, voice dripping sarcasm. She nodded her head towards the tree. He looked and saw that, sure enough, there was a half-mangled bike resting against the far side. "It was a pain in the a** climbing back up here."
"That doesn't explain why you were passed out on the ground."
"Well, it definitely wasn't in the hopes that someone would pass by and spot me from the road."
"Sarcastic much?"
"Only when suffering from blood loss," Ray replied, lifting up the more blood caked side of her shirt to show a half dozen brand new stitches. "I had a first aid kit, so I sewed it up myself."
"You were passed out though."
"Yeah, so?"
"You could have a concussion!"
The girl shrugged, dropping her shirt back in place.
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Xerios · Sun Jan 27, 2008 @ 09:32pm · 0 Comments |
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