“Second??” Gail looked in surprise at Connor, and then at Miah. “Why didn't you tell me about that before I got in?”
Connor gripped the steering wheel tightly and clenched his jaw. Miah crossed her arms and looked out the windshield.
The car had stopped moving, and that was a relief. Gail looked down, hoping they wouldn't fall any further. Suspended by the boughs of pine trees, the car hung precariously high above the ground and swayed when either of them moved.
“I’m sorry.” Connor rubbed his nose, which he noticed was bleeding, the blood staining his shirt and getting all over his hand. “I didn’t mean to.” He pinched his nose and leaned his head back, closing his eyes.
“If you weren’t the only person who was any good at driving, you’d be sitting in the back seat. You keep nearly getting us killed! And at least this time it wasn't on purpose.”
He sighed and let her continue to rail and complain, giving no word in his defense. He did deserve it in a way.
In the back seat, Gail tried to feel for Ben’s pulse.
Exasperated, Miah ended with, “Men!” and huffed, looking out the window.
Gail bit her lip and tried again.
Connor looked back and saw her anxiety. “Gail, what is it?”
“I can’t feel his pulse—and I can’t tell if he’s breathing—”
“No!” Miah gasped, and tried to turn around. With her sudden motion, the whole car slid forward.
The car had stopped moving, and that was a relief. Gail looked down, hoping they wouldn't fall any further. Suspended by the boughs of pine trees, the car hung precariously high above the ground and swayed when either of them moved.
“I’m sorry.” Connor rubbed his nose, which he noticed was bleeding, the blood staining his shirt and getting all over his hand. “I didn’t mean to.” He pinched his nose and leaned his head back, closing his eyes.
“If you weren’t the only person who was any good at driving, you’d be sitting in the back seat. You keep nearly getting us killed! And at least this time it wasn't on purpose.”
He sighed and let her continue to rail and complain, giving no word in his defense. He did deserve it in a way.
In the back seat, Gail tried to feel for Ben’s pulse.
Exasperated, Miah ended with, “Men!” and huffed, looking out the window.
Gail bit her lip and tried again.
Connor looked back and saw her anxiety. “Gail, what is it?”
“I can’t feel his pulse—and I can’t tell if he’s breathing—”
“No!” Miah gasped, and tried to turn around. With her sudden motion, the whole car slid forward.
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