“Are you alright?” Scott checked the woman’s pulse; he motioned for one of the other medics. “Grab all the gear, we need to start assessing everyone, you know the drill.”
Kellan looked around; the bridge was in utter chaos as people were exiting their vehicles covered in blood. People were screaming and crying, Kellan’s instincts kicked in and he ran to the first car in line. The man in the pick-up truck was slumped over his steering wheel. Kellan checked his pulse, it was strong. He grabbed his radio only to find it dead. “Fuck!” Kellan whistled and motioned to one of the firemen, who ran right over.
“What’s up?” The fireman asked.
“Is your radio working?” Kellan ran a hand through his hair. The firemen checked it and shook it. “So that’d be a no? Fuck, look, this guy’s good, see if you can get one of the radios up and working. If not, there’s going to be a lot of whistling going on, we need to coordinate between all of us so that we aren’t running around looking like chickens with our heads cut off and checking victims that have already been checked out.” Kellan turned his attentions to the black BMW behind the pick-up, the whole front end was in the damn driver’s seat. “Shit.”
~~ Caden op vidth="0"ened his eyes; he heard sirens and looked in the rearview mirror, massive amounts of rescue workers spread out over the bridge tending to the worst cases. Caden waited his turn, but his legs were going numb. He tried to pry his leg loose only to scream like a woman when he felt something crack. He seemed to be in and out of consciousness and then he heard a voice by his ear.
“Sir? Can you move?”
Caden turned his face and looked into eyes black as night. “Would I be in the damn car if I could?” The man looked into the crushed car and assessed Caden’s wounds. “We’re going to have to cut you out.” The man backed away from the window and whistled loudly. When he came back into the driver’s side window he took Caden’s wrist and closed his eyes. “My name is Kellan, what’s yours?”
Caden felt the warm hand on the pulse of his wrist and smelled the sweat mixed with shampoo of the man half in his car. “Caden.”
Kellan opened his eyes after making sure Caden’s pulse was strong, he looked into beautiful eyes; they were so blue they were sapphire. Caden looked like a young Colin Farrell, God, he loved Colin Farrell. Kellan shivered. “Well Caden, I hate to tell you this but you are going to be stuck in the car for a little while longer.”
“Why am I not surprised?” Caden sighed and lay back in the seat. “In the meantime, I can clean your face.” Kellan pulled out the gauze and alcohol; he leaned back into the car and wiped the blood from Caden’s face. “I’m going to put an IV line in you, I have no idea how long you’re going to be stuck in the car and you need fluids.”
“Well seeing as I am crushed in my car, I cannot say no can I?” Caden pursed his lips. Kellan got the kit ready and prepped the area with alcohol. He found a nice vein and slid the needle in like butter. He heard a soft curse and looked at Caden in the car. “Okay?”
“You stabbed me!” “I assure you, I am one of the best at this.” Kellan taped the area and held up the bag of saline. The firemen were making their way over with the Jaws of Life. “Well, you should be free soon. Hopefully.”
Caden sighed. “Great.” After an hour, they’d finally freed Caden from his crumpled BMW prison. He was loaded into the ambulance and his chatty paramedic was along for the ride. He couldn’t focus on anything but the man’s black-as-night eyes. They were so mesmerizing. The man, Kellan, was looking over his leg and touching it. It hurt like hell.
“Stop touching me!” Caden balked. “I have to assess your wound.” Kellan looked at the damage. He cleaned the area as best he could. The bone was broken and sticking out of the skin. Ugh, a compound fracture.
“How bad is it?” Caden hissed.
“You want the good news or the bad news?” Kellan looked over at Caden’s face. He felt a hand on his jacket and was face to face with Caden in seconds. His mouth opened in protest and that’s when it hit him full force. The smell. He’d been so fixated on doing his job; he’d never realized the delicious smell coming from the man. Now he did. Oh shit, this guy was his mate. Before he could even say anything, Caden growled at him.
“This is not funny!”
Kellan grabbed the oxygen masked and placed it over Caden’s face. “You need to calm down.”
“Do you know who I am?” Caden roared. “Nope, and I don’t care either.” Kellan chuckled, as Scott injected Caden with morphine. He looked up at Scott with a small smile. “Did you ask?”
“Nope, figured he was hysterical, Alex will cover me.” Scott laughed.
Kellan looked down at the man on the gurney. His eyes were closing slowly and his breathing evened out. Kellan checked his blood pressure. “He’s my mate.”
Scott looked up. “No shit?”
Kellan sighed. “Nope, no shit.”
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