Cheyenne shook her head. “I don’t know. A man on a bike obtained sideswiped by a automotive, and he’s tousled actually unhealthy, please simply ship somebody.”

“Earlier than or after the Belgium exit?”

“Uh….” She scanned the abandoned freeway. Assume. She had a horrible sense of route. She knew landmarks, not mile markers. “Earlier than, I feel. The exit earlier than the Dairy Cup and Grandview’s storage. He’s within the middle of the proper lane. There’s a lot blood.”

“Okay, ma’am, I’m dispatching now.”

Cheyenne straightened from the automotive when she noticed a shift in his leg. “Ought to I transfer him?” She glanced over her shoulder to the empty highway.

“No, don’t transfer him, the ambulance is on its approach.”

“Okay, simply…” She gulped. “Please hurry, it’s actually unhealthy.” Her eyes welled, and he or she clasped her mouth together with her hand.

“Grasp tight, they’re on their approach.”

She nodded and clicked the cellphone, tossing it onto her seat. The ambulance would get there and repair him up. She sucked in a breath and sighed in aid. Assist was on the best way. She slowly stepped nearer and squinted her eyes. Oh, thank God. She caught sight of the biker shifting barely, as if he was attempting to roll over. She rushed ahead and skidded to a cease inches away from him. He was on his aspect and a bloodied mess. She’d by no means seen a lot blood. Even in films, there hadn’t been fairly as a lot blood because the scene in entrance of her.

“Don’t transfer. The ambulance is on its approach, okay, simply attempt to breathe simple, assist’s coming.” She recited her phrases twice—as soon as for his assurance, and one other for hers. She bent down, dropping to her knees, fastidiously avoiding contact however remaining near him. Her palms hovered over his aspect, not sure of methods to assist him. When he shifted, she gently guided him again to the bottom.

Her breath hitched when his face got here into full view. A thick stream of blood dripped down his head, over his eyes, and down his cheek. She adopted the supply and had to attract in a deep breath to fight her nausea. The deep gash throughout his temple and hairline was an open laceration displaying jagged flesh. A lot blood poured out of the wound, it appeared black reasonably than purple. His physique jolted ahead, and he or she clasped his hand when he began to swing.

“Please, simply relax, I don’t need you to get extra harm, please.” His hand squeezed hers in a really faint movement, and he or she pressed her free hand in opposition to his shoulder, easing him again. He didn’t resist. He might hear her. That is good, speak to him. His hand moved barely, and one eye peered open.

She strained a smile in hopes of calming him and leaned nearer. “Simply grasp on, okay?”

His lips moved, and his tongue laved his backside lip. His phrases had been gravelly between his coughs. “My bike.”

He was involved over his bike? She glanced over towards the embankment. She hadn’t seen it however didn’t must. The drop was a couple of hundred ft. The possibilities his bike was intact had been slim to none. She clamped her lips, squeezing them collectively tightly.

“They’ll get your bike as soon as they repair you up, simply grasp on, please.” She sighed and whispered, “Don’t die on me.” She couldn’t make sure if the plea was for the person or God. She’d by no means witnessed anybody die, and he or she didn’t wish to. He groaned and moved barely as his hand gripped tightly in opposition to hers. She moved nearer, swiping her hand in opposition to his brow. “Simply breathe for me, okay? Good and regular.” She wiped the fallen hair strands from his eyes. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise. Simply want you to hold on.” She cradled their clasped palms in opposition to her chest and compelled a smile. He stared again at her with a dazed glimmer, however the nook of his lip curled.

She tightened her grip on his hand as a technique to will him to remain robust.

His lips twisted, and he or she leaned nearer. “Cops.” It got here out tender however strangled.

Was {that a} request? She was positive the cops would come together with the ambulance.

“Yeah, they’ll come, and don’t fear, I’ve a superb reminiscence. I can establish the automotive and the license plate of the driving force.” Her thoughts drew a clean, aside from the Illinois license plate. She couldn’t keep in mind the tag quantity. Shit. For the primary time, she realized the automotive by no means stopped. She was so centered on the biker, she didn’t even know if the automotive had at the very least slowed down. It actually hadn’t stopped, and there was no mistake he’d hit him. Perhaps the driving force referred to as nine-one-one too. How might he not cease?

The person stared again at her, and his head shook barely. His lips moved, however his phrases had been mumbled. She leaned in to listen to him higher. With just a few inches separating them, she obtained a superb take a look at the biker. She had been proper concerning the age evaluation. He was most likely in his sixties, his face weathered and lined with deep wrinkles. His eyes had been a tender brown and at the moment pleading.

His lips moved, and he or she blinked. “What?”

“Take it,” he mentioned after which sucked in a pointy breath. His ache was so uncooked she might nearly really feel it. She waited for his respiratory to settle. It didn’t. “My abdomen.” He coughed, spewing up a wad of blood. She swallowed her breath and the bile threatening her throat.

“Take it.”

His quick responses had been uneven and mumbled, however she understood the gist of it. She glanced down at his tattered clothes, which had been ripped to shreds from the wreck. She lifted his leather-based vest. Her hand shook as she maneuvered past his blood-soaked T-shirt. A crumpled wad of what was she assumed was initially a manila packaging caught out from the entrance his pants. The sirens caught her consideration, and he or she appeared previous her automotive.

She grazed her hand over his brow and wiped away the beads of sweat. “The ambulance is right here,” she whispered with a faint smile. “You’re gonna be okay.”

A tough squeeze to her hand had her angling nearer, solely inches away from his bloodied face. “Take it.” He gasped a breath. “No cops.”

This man was asking her to take and conceal a bundle from the cops? Oh hell no.

She shook her head and pulled away barely, however his eyes drew her again.

He hinged ahead barely and grimaced. She eased her hand in opposition to his shoulder.

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