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Facing the road again, she took a deep breath, and stepped out of the van. Making sure to hit the lock button so she’d be alerted if the kids got out of the vehicle.
Although she feared the motorcycle that she witnessed sliding on its side under the semi, she knew it would be the most urgent injury. Probably dead, but she had to check because if there was any chance it would be right now. Even if all she could do was hold their hand in their final moments her training and more importantly, her heart drew her to him.
Rounding the ass end of the trailer she came upon the sight of a very large man in a leather coat and chaps lifting a motorcycle off the two people that were on the ground. The feat making her question the man’s strength verses the superhuman powers that happen in situations like this.
Other men pulled people from under the motorcycle and the strong man moved past her as if she weren’t even there.
A blonde woman kneeling beside the man from the bike and stabilizing his neck spoke. “Baldy? Come on man, you got too many bikes to winterize with your lazy ass, open your eyes.”
Beside her, a man was running checks on the man, flashing a light in his eyes.
“Can I help?” she asked, in away expecting to be dismissed to the other side of the semi so they could grieve in peace. “I am a nurse.”
The woman looked up at Amber and motioned her head to the side. “Will you check his wife, Lil’ Bit.”
Amber saw a blond man spending more time holding the woman down as she fought against his hold. She was conscious and Amber went to help her. The bone protruding from above her ankle was probably her tibia. Either way, the bleeding needed to controlled and her leg stabilized or she’d do more damage.
Gathering herself, Amber grasped the woman by her chin and made her focus. “Your man is hurt. You’re hurt. You want to make it worse? Or better?” she asked the hard tone coming back to her like a distant cousin.
The woman stilled. Her breathing evening out, the world hitting her a bit too much in the face.
“You’re Lil’ Bit?” Amber asked.
The woman nodded.
“Got a real name?”
The man who was holding her began to loosen his grip. “Kristy,” the man behind her spoke. “Ain’t that right?”
The woman nodded a bit. “I don’t do well being touched,” she eked out.
Amber pulled her hand away. “You want to let her go?”
“You good little sister?” he asked.
Kristy nodded.
“Your leg is badly broken,” Amber explained pulling out a tourniquet from her first aid kit and gloving up. Wrapping it just below the knee she knotted it and then search for whatever she could use to lock the leg down. “We need her leg to stay still, it’ll be at least ten if not twenty minutes before an ambulance will get here.” Amber stared into the blue eyes of the man behind her. “Got anything?”
“Lil’ Mama, bring me my tool kit,” the man said. “Would a wrench do?”
“Better than a rolled up newspaper,” she replied going through the dozen or so items they offered in a pinch when she was in nursing school.
Two women came over and thankfully, there were two sizes of wrenches. Glancing up a second woman was passing a scarf and Amber set the leg the best she could. Wrapping the scarf to lock down the two wrenches. “You sure you don’t need me?” she asked once she was sure Kristy’s leg was good.
“What’s wrong with her?” the man with a shock of red hair called over his shoulder.
“Tibia—” catching herself she broke it down to a simpler form. “Her lower leg is broke right above the ankle.”
“Open? Can you tell if there is joint involvement?” he asked, then turned. “I’m a doc, my wife’s a nurse.”
“Right, um, broke the skin, above the joint. I’m gonna say a concussion.” She turned to take in Kristy’s eyes. Making sure neither pupil was blown. “But you know her personality better.”
“Red,” Kristy said. “I need to be with him.”
“No, you don’t,” Red said. “You move too much and Beno will get away every time because you’ll have a permanent limp.”
“Beno, your husband?” Amber asked.
