K2J (Canarywave for the other ship)
Canarywaveâ First Meeting AUâ âI think I broke it.â
Sara looked to the man who had just wretched open her car door. Sheâd been going too fast. That was the given. But it was the other person who had ran the red light. Not her. They had hit her on the left side, but in the back and not the front. She had heard the glass crunch and the metal scrape. She tasted blood. She was pretty sure she had cuts all over her face. Sheâd bitten her tongue on impact. The seatbelt had kept her mostly firmly in place but if the car had hit her closer to her driverside door sheâd be hurt a lot worse. She felt the desire to pass out but did her best to stay awake. She may not have finished her nursing degree but she knew that if she could fight passing out she would... Who knew what would happen as soon as she let her eyes close.
âMaâam... Can you hear me?â
âI think I broke it...â
âMaâam?â
âMy arm,â she said, looking at the firefighter thatâd opened her door, eyes wide with fear. He had such a serious look on his face. Serious and angry. Like he was looking for a fight. âI think I broke it...â
âWasnât you. Was the jackass who ran the light...â
âI was speeding,â she murmured. Her eyes were starting to flutter.Â
âHey, now, stay awake. At least until we get you to the docs at medical.â
âI...â She blinked away the black spots in front of her eyes. âIâll try.â
He backed away and she reached out, clutching his arm.Â
âDonât leave me!â
âIâll be right here. Let the EMTâs get you stabilized, all right?â
Sara nodded and soon she was out of the car. She had a collar on her for her neck, just to be safe, and her arm wrapped up tight because theyâd confirmed that it was broken. Once on the gurney she frantically looked around for the man. For some reason she just needed him by her side. She wasnât sure what to call it. Some sort of heroic worship because heâd been the one to open her door? She didnât know. But as if he knew she was looking for him he was there.
âHey there, Blondie, everything is looking good. Youâre going to be okay.â
âGotta get her to medical, Rory.â
âI know, Kid,â said Mick to a young man. Sara focused in and saw the name Jackson on his name patch on his shirt. âTake good care of her.â
âCanât you come with?â asked Sara, tears suddenly in her eyes.
âNot protocol,â he said, and she knew that, but she felt the panic and the tears fell. âHey, Hey... None of that. Who can I call for you, huh?â
âNo one... I... I donât have anyone...â
âMick, we gotta go,â said Jackson.Â
âJust one damn second,â muttered Mick. He looked down at her. Her ID had said Sara. âLook, Sara, Iâll come by in a bit and check on you. Okay?â
âOkay,â she whispered, and then, she closed her eyes and let the blackness take her. She wasnât sure how long she was out but when she opened them again she was in a dark room. She slowly looked around. She saw the IV drip going into her arm. The BP monitor. Her arm was in a temporary splint until it could be put in a cast and her face hurt like a bitch. When she finished her sweep of the room she stopped when her eyes landed on a large form, still half in his gear, slouched in a chair. She smiled when seeing him and cleared her throat. He woke up with a slight start. âYou stayed?â
âYeah, well, I made a promise didnât I?â
âIt was silly. I was delirious. Concussed.â
âYeah, well...â He smirked, rising from his chair, his knees and back cracking with the movement. âWanted to make sure you were good.â
âThank you...â Sara trailed off, waiting for a name.
âMick. Mick Rory.â
âThank you, Mick.â
âSure there is no one to call?â he asked. âThey contacted your sister in Star City. Sheâll be here tomorrow. I dunno if you have a roommate or...â
Her groan of despair had him stopping.
âYou called my sister?â
âWasnât me. Was the Docs.â
âDammit...â
âNot on good terms?â he asked with a slight smirk.Â
âNope. My family hates me. I... I did a lot of shitty things. I left a long time ago.â
âI doubt they hate you. Your sister is coming,â said Mick... Sara bit her bottom lip, worrying it. âSara... If it were my sister... Well, if I had a sister... Iâd want to be there.â
âNo siblings?â
âHad a brother. He died in a fire.â
âOh... Iâm sorry.â
âIt was a long time ago.â
They stayed in silence for a while. Mick was finding himself getting attached. This girl was alone. Just like him. While her family wasnât dead like his... She still had no one here for her. Or at least felt like she had no one. Two orphans who happened to meet because some dipshit didnât want to wait two minutes at a light and be late for a meeting. Well, he never made it to the meeting, and was two doors down with a room full of friends and family all while Sara had been alone. Mick hadnât liked that one bit... And Amaya had to push him away from that door before he did something stupid.Â
âWanna see whatâs on TV?â asked Sara. âIâm wide awake now. Until they hit me up with more morphine.â
âVisiting hours will be over soon.â Mick sat back in the chair. âI know a nurse who works here. Amaya. I think sheâll let me stay a little longer. At least until the end of Kimmel.â
âYou mean Fallon, right?â argued Sara.
âHah... Sure... Fallon it is.â
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