@emiliakovali
Alp was no stranger to the ER--between sports injuries, defending his boss and the bank, and getting into shady situations as he looked for Harika’s dealer, he was on a first-name basis with most of the staff. But today had been his day off, and he should have been at home working on the mess of parts that someday would become a GTO...but of all things he’d been done in by a slipped wrench, the force and the awkward angle sending his arm slicing into a jagged edge of rusty metal.
So he’d wrapped it up and driven himself to the hospital, but by the time he’d arrived blood had soaked through and was threatening to drip on the tile floor. He didn’t recognize the young woman coming toward him as he walked through the doors, but she was wearing a badge, so he asked, “Ma’am? Sorry--do you have any paper towels or something?”
