Page 89 of Mine Forever
I take the towel and wipe my mouth. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“She’s alert and they freed her from the truck. And she’s in good hands now.”
Red and blue lights fight against the gray skies to paint the air around us.
Youngblood watches me a moment. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Yep.”
The sheriff looks over to the white car that’s facing the wrong direction in the middle of the road.
Another ambulance sits on the far side of the intersection, and one of the EMS workers shuts the back doors and hustles to the driver’s side door.
I rub the back of my neck, tension lodged there that doesn’t want to let up.
I’m pissed off that Eden’s hurt and worried about the older man I know from the bait store.
He is a good man, a salt of the earth type.
“Fucking hell. Is he going to be okay?”
“Don’t know yet.” He pauses. “I’ll make sure your truck is towed away and get the info for you.”
“Thanks.”
I look over at my truck that has finally quit smoking, the front end a mangled mess of steel, especially after they cut into the front fender to free Eden.
With a sigh, I look over at old man Stan’s car, which is an older model sedan and will no doubt be totaled.
It’s a blip on the radar for me to buy a brand-new truck, but that isn’t the case for most of the full-time locals on the island, and Stan is one of those people.
Fuck.
With my hands on my hips, I look at the wet ground. “You know, it was an accident. If you can let it ride, let it ride.”
He nods and makes a note on his pad.
“And send old man Stan’s tow bill to me. I’ll take care of it.”
“You’re a saint, Hanover.”
I scoff. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”
He rolls his eyes and gestures toward the ambulance. “Take care of your girl. She’s going to need it. And get some rest. You’re both going to be sore as hell tomorrow.”
“Thanks, man. Keep me posted on Stan.”
“Will do,” Youngblood says with a nod.
I jog over to the back of the ambulance where they have Eden on a gurney.
Eden’s face is pale, her head lolled to one side, her eyes closed.
“Hey, Chase.”
“Hey, Jack. How’s she doing?”
“She’s got a concussion,” he says. “Nothing’s broken, deep laceration on the leg that we’ll stitch up. But we’ll take her in to get a CT and observe her just to make sure there’s not internal injuries.”
