Hurricane Beach by Lexie Nicholas

Author:Lexie Nicholas [Nicholas, Lexie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mountain Whisper Publishing

Chapter Thirteen

The instant the panel flew away, Anna’s paramedic training kicked in. She assessed the scene. Both men were lying on the beach. Brandon stirred and sat up, touching his head to see if he was bleeding, then got up and disconnected his camera from its tripod. He pointed the camera at Jason.

Unbelievable! Was he still filming?

Jason, on the other hand, didn’t move. Her heart raced. Please let him be okay! She checked to see if it was safe enough to get to them, then ran through the sand. She first reached Brandon. He had a red spot on his head but was moving around just fine—a little slow for her liking, but at least he was upright and alert.

“Wicked!” he said with a grin pasted on his face.

“Are you okay?”

He nodded and refocused his camera on Jason. “Hey, we’re still alive,” he said. “Cool!”

“Seriously?” Anna shook her head, then moved over to Jason, who still lay motionless in the sand. “Jason, wake up!” she shouted over the wind while checking if he was breathing and looking for a pulse. She saw his chest rise and fall and picked up a thready pulse. “Thank God,” she said, more to herself as she continued to assess his injuries. “Come one, Jason, wake up,” she tried again. “You don’t want to miss the second half of this hurricane, do you?” He had a nasty gash on the right side of his forehead about half an inch above his eye. It was bleeding profusely, as many facial injuries do. “Wake up, Jason!” she tried again, this time louder and shaking him more forcefully to pull him back to consciousness. He stirred, then opened his eyes.

“Hello, baby!” he said with a weak smile and confusion written all over his face.

“Don’t baby me! That was stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid!” She checked his eyes. Good, both pupils were equal. “Tell me your name,” she demanded.

“Chief Meteorologist Jason Morrison, ma’am.”

He definitely still had his cheeky sense of humor. “Not funny! What day of the week is it?”

“Saturday.”

She nodded. At least he didn’t have an altered mental status. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

He focused for a moment. “Three.”

“Good. Do you feel nauseous?”

“Somewhat.”

“I’m going to go run and get my medic bag from the truck. I’ll need the keys.”

Jason dug in his pocket and handed her the key fob.

“Brandon, get him off this beach and over to the building,” she instructed.

Anna ran back to the hotel, hoping she wouldn’t be the next person to get knocked out by airborne debris. She dodged a trashcan lid, a beach umbrella, and a few other flying objects on her way, cursing Jason’s name with every one of them that missed her.

Somehow, she made it to the truck alive, grabbed the bag, and slammed the door shut behind her. Her toe throbbed as though it was going to explode inside of her shoe. What had Jason been thinking putting them in danger like that? If it wasn’t for her legal duty to help them, she could have just left them there to deal with their own stupidity.

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