The One Night Stand by Carissa Ann Lynch

Author:Carissa Ann Lynch [Lynch, Carissa Ann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780008362669
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2020-03-05T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 15

BEFORE

“Fran!”

This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be freaking happening!

“Uhhh …” Fran’s eyes fluttered open, then, much to my dismay, she started lifting her head off the ground.

“No, don’t do that! Don’t move. I’ll call for an ambulance.”

I don’t remember what I said next – the words were jumbled, one long string of pleas. A voice not even my own begged someone to help on the other end of the line.

I knelt back down beside Fran. Her eyes were still open, wide and wary.

There’s no blood. She can’t be dying if there’s no blood, right?

“Does anything feel broken?” I gently placed my fingers on her arm, feeling for what, I wasn’t sure. Fran was moving her legs, trying to sit up, so they weren’t broken then. But her arm … her right arm was twisted at a funny angle.

My stomach curled in on itself as I stared at an edge of bone sticking out.

“Stop trying to move, please. I think your right arm might be broken. An ambulance is on its way. It’ll all be okay, I promise …”

“Quit talking to me like I’m a child,” Fran snapped.

“I’m sorry,” I said, quietly. “I didn’t see you! What were you doing in my driveway anyway?”

“Your mail. Wrong box …” Fran huffed. That was when I saw it – several envelopes scattered around the yard, blowing away with the wind …

“I’m so sorry,” I repeated.

Fran rolled her eyes, still facing her head away from me. That arm was looking mighty nasty, and I fought back the urge to vomit.

Sirens rose in the distance, a welcome relief.

“There they are. Almost here …”

“Nothing is wrong with my damn ears,” Fran snapped.

Moments later, the ambulance whipped around the corner, and pulled up next to the curb. Two young paramedics climbed out.

“What happened here?” one shouted, as the other began unloading a stretcher from the back.

“I hit my neighbor with my van. She was bringing me mail,” I said, dully.

“Step back, please.” I did as I was told, watching with concern as one of the paramedics sat on the ground beside Fran and began assessing her injuries.

Fran still looked pissed off, but she surprised me by saying, “Young man, this was my fault. I walked right in front of her while she was backing out. A total accident.”

“No, Fran. I should have looked …”

The paramedic glanced back at me, briefly, and then Fran said to me: “Do you ever stop talking, lady?”

I pursed my lips and leaned against the back of the van.

I definitely wasn’t going to make it into work before my boss showed up. I needed to call the office, but it seemed rude to take out my cell phone with Fran still sprawled out on the ground.

“This arm does look broken.”

The other paramedic joined him with a stretcher in tow.

“I don’t need that. My legs are fine. I can walk myself over,” Fran said. Once again, she tried to sit up, but the young paramedic held her down.

“There could be more broken bones.

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