“It hurts,” she whimpered before passing out again. He slammed the door shut and jumped into the front seat. He turned the car around and into the thankfully empty lane which had been closed to let emergency vehicles through and began to drive. He got about three feet before noticing the open passenger door. He stopped, crawled over to the other side and shut it, his arm bleeding all over the leather interior, and continued to drive. Once he got onto a side street he dug his cell phone out of his back pocket and scrolled through it, looking for Paul’s number and nearly causing an accident as he did. He hit the button and it rang in the car. Once…twice…three times. Answer it, answer it, answer it he willed silently. Finally on the fourth ring Paul picked up. “Hey Robert.” “Paul.
