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Monday, March 18, 2013

TUESDAY TALES - NEW WIP

Welcome! This story doesn't have a title yet. But it's the continuation of the story I began last week with the picture prompt. 
This is where we left off last week. A pair of concerned blue eyes stared into hers. “Are you hurt?” He asked. Now the new stuff:

 A crowd began to gather. Rory heard the wail of a siren draw closer. 
“No, idiot brain. I’m just fine. Does it look like I’m fine?” She grimaced as she tried to rise to her knees.

Bruce raced over.      “Rory, you okay?”
“No, but Baxter looks like he’s hurt worse than I am.”
A patrol man appeared and asked Rory if she needed an ambulance.
“I already called,” Bruce piped up.
“This numbskull was doing sixty, I swear,” she said, pointing to the tall man with blue eyes.
“Sir, what about that?” The policeman turned to him.
“There’s no posted speed limit for bikes. I did kind of lose control around that curve.”
“Kinda?” Rory muttered.
“I.D., please,” the patrolman put out his hand.
The man handed over his wallet.
“Dr. Hanson Roberts,” he said, writing in his pad.
“A ticket? What for?”
“Reckless biking, speeding, causing bodily injury to this young woman.”

 Rory gave a half-smile.
“Serves you right. What about my dog?” She turned worried eyes to
Baxter, who lay still, whimpering.
“I’ll take him.”
“Over my dead body…which you almost have…” she said.
“I’m a vet…”
“I don’t care if you were in Afghanistan…”
“A veterinarian. Hack Roberts,” he said, extending his hand.
“A vet? Save Baxter.” She ignored his offer to shake.
“Without x-rays I can’t tell the extent of his injuries, but he’s awake and looking around.”
“Dr. Roberts, you’ll have to take some responsibility for this young lady…what’s your name, miss?”
“Aurora Sampson.”
“Aurora? What an odd name,” muttered Hack.
“Oh? Like Hack is normal?” She hissed.
“Miss Sampson, I’m giving you Dr. Roberts contact information.
He should make good on these injuries and my card, in case he doesn’t,” the patrolman gave Hack a dirty look.
“Officer, would you mind helping with the dog?”
“Where are you taking him?”
The siren was so loud, she couldn’t hear. He whipped out a business card and handed it to her.
“Here’s the address. Call later to find out how he’s doing.”
“She’s going to be in the hospital, you jerk,” Bruce said.
"We’ll keep him until you can get him. Hey, I’m sorry about this.”
“Yeah? Sorry and a token will get me on the subway.”
Before she could continue her diatribe, the EMTs approached. She answered their questions, craning her neck around them to watch Hack and the patrolman. They picked Baxter up carefully and put him on the backseat of the patrol car. Her eyes, blinking back tears, connected with Hack’s as the car drove away.  
"Want me to go with you?” Bruce asked.
Rory shook her head.
“You sure?”
“You want your freedom. Might as well start now. I don’t want to depend on someone who doesn’t want to be with me.”
Bruce blushed and gazed at the ground. “It’s not like that. I wouldn’t mind…”
“That’s the point. You wouldn’t mind. That’s not good enough for me.”
The EMT man tightened the straps around her before he pushed the stretcher all the way into the vehicle and closed the door. Rory let her tears fall as they drove away.

8 comments:

Iris B said...

had to quickly read the continuation. you didn't disappoint! love rory and her attitude !! this is going to be another great story.

V.L. Locey said...

Tee-hee, I love Rory and her spunky attittude!

Sarah said...

Hehe..."Like Hack is normal?" LOVE that. :)

Yay for her kicking Bruce to the curb after he tried to kick her to the curb. Guy has some nerve. Hope the doc is able to heal more than just her dog :)

triciaandersen said...

I love how they go back and forth with each other. The dialouge is awesome! Lucky here that if she had to get run down it was by a vet...and a cute one at that!

Karen Cino said...

I love your command of dialogue. It moved the story along quickly, wanting me to read more. I already love this story.

SherryGLoag said...

Great dialogue, I'm glad Rory gave bruce the boot. Looking forward to more.

Lindsay said...

Glad to see she'd bumping the bum.

Lindsay said...

Oh, and puppy dog is going to be okay.