When the sky keeps on spinning

[Alyssa Zorin]

STATE OF THE ART

The blonde rolled over. Everything seemed fuzzy. Her head was pounding and the sky was spinning. No the sky was supposed to spin... well sometimes it was supposed to spin. Right now though she wasn't in the air, and she wasn't on a tilt-a-whirl so, she was trying to make out what was going on around her. Hearing voices she started kicking underneath the sheet of metal she was buried under. How she had survived the crash was one thing, and quite another that she was even awake. Kicking, and more kicking. Someone had to hear it, that ony made logical sense.[break]

Alyssa hated when stuff didn't make much sense to her. She could hear sirens and see the lights. What had happened? Right now the Lt. Col wasn't even sure that she wanted to know. No this was Chicago but she'd hit the shoreline. Most of the wreck had been over water. In fact she was soaking wet and coughing water out of her lungs. Right the water had padded her landing when she ejected. The ejection had been just in the nick of time to survive the fiery inferno that firefighters had already put out. Now there was just searching the rubble. How long had she been laying here? Owww her head. Too many questions.

tags: Steven Hudson

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[Steven Hudson]

Another extra shift and another day or night as it was. He wondered why he agreed to do cover work when he knew his week was just made that much longer. It had been a call that he had never expected, building fire, collapsed patient, side walk stuff or those fun runs when the patient had a paper cut but thought they would bleed to death. This was different, a plane down and his heart was already sinking as the detail flew over the radio. An F-16 though all he knew was that it was not the passenger flight he had first assumed.

Military and one pilot, one was better than two hundred but then planes were not supposed to simply fall out of the sky and crash. His job was already risky enough checking the roads rather than having to check to sky too for falling debris. Steven had been hanging back by the ambulance for hours, the fire department was at work and until they finished then he could go and start his patient finding if there was one to find. The only thing he hoped for was that this would be a survival rescue and not body search.

He told his partner to stay by the ambulance, they were just new and from a house he was unfamiliar with so that in itself was bad news he felt. Steven grabbed his bag and headed off into the chaos that was CFD, had it not been for the downed plane then it might have been one of the best calls to get. The sound of the waves lapping against the shore line that was mixed in with the sound of sirens, hoses and acrid smell of burning. Steven took a walk around when he heard it, the noise was repetitive and like a dull thud.

“EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP!” He yelled hearing the place fall silent in the light of the afternoon. “You hear that?” he asked the first available fire-fighter as he moved over to a pile of debris that looked like it had a sheet of metal under it. “Hey, anyone there? Can you hear me?” He called out as he got as close as he could as he grabbed the torch from the fire-fighter to see if he could see any further into it. “I’m Steven, a medic. Yell if you can hear me.” He asked waiting for everyone to fall silent again as he hoped to get an answer. It might have been a wave moving a piece of metal that was tapping against something but he had hopes to find someone alive.

Tag: Alyssa Zorin,

[Alyssa Zorin]

STATE OF THE ART

Whoever was screaming... "Just buy them some goddamn duct tape and stop giving me a headache" she wanted to smack someone. Wait it had been this medic guy screaming? She sighed and then banged harder on the metal grunting as she tried to push um. "I'm stuck" okay so maybe it was obvious to her but was it obvious to them as she coughed up more water. The tide was coming in. Which was going to mean a race against the clock.

Alyssa splashed water trying to help give away her location but she just hoped someone could hear all of the movement from what she could move. Her leg was pinned but she had one free. She was flailing around trying to get out. It wasn't the Lt. Col Zorin couldn't swim, in fact she was a great swimmer, just not when the tide was coming in like this.

"You gonna stand there and introduce yourself or you gonna come help me out of this hell hole?" she retorted. Alyssa tried to calm down, knowing that her flaring sarcasm was result of being trapped under jet for hours. She could see the room spinning her eyes felt heavy again and her head. Why did her head hurt so bad?

tags: Steven Hudson

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[Steven Hudson]

Duct tape, well he could do but then where was the fun in that as he decided whoever it was must have gotten out of the wrong side of the bed that morning. And he thought he could be cranky. “We can always just leave you down there and pretend we couldn’t find you? Do you want to sleep it off or get out of there?” He asked half wanting to just kick something but then he knew better than to endanger someone’s life by kicking anything at a crash site.

When she said she was stuck he almost wanted to answer that with a ‘no shit Sherlock’ comment but he stopped himself. “We’ll get you out just keep making noise okay?” he called a little quieter this time to try and help where he could. Steven stood back as he dropped his bag down watching as the fire-fighters started to move things and pry things clear as he watched the tide. “Hey are you coughing up water?” he asked hearing her though that was a bad sign if ever there was one.

“Yeah, I’m helping you just keep talking to me figured we need to be on a first name basis. What’s your name?” He asked her deciding that even if she was being sarcastic then it was a good sign. Steven got as low to the sand as possible as he heard the moving metal. “Listen they are moving the stuff off you so just hang in there and yell if anything hurt more okay?” He asked though if anything was pinning her down and stopping the blood flow they would need to get it off her fast to let him try and stop any bleeding that might be there. Catch 22 of being pinned down by debris, sometimes that was the very thing keeping you alive.

Tag: Alyssa Zorin,

[Alyssa Zorin]

STATE OF THE ART

Did someone mention sleep? Yeah she wanted to sleep. "Tired" it was one word, well it was probably because she had hit her head. "It's not illegal to sleep" she fired back. What was she even on about? Delirious snark made for one hell of a mess. "But no cookies if you leave me down here" what if he didn't like cookies? Did it matter?

All she could do was caught and spit out more salt water. "The tide" she was trying to explain. As a pilot, even in the sky things like the tide mattered. Oh her stomach felt wretched and twisted up. She could see the fire department working. Soon she could see a face. Now she had a face to put with the name.

“Alyssa” she shivered from the cold water of the tide rushing in. "You are gonna catch a cold down here" she chided at him. Why was she making conversation again? Right because he told her to keep talking and anything to not talk about herself was okay. Deflecting anything was a skill she'd learned long ago. Sarcasm was her weapon of choice. It worked wonders with a confident attitude.

tags: Steven Hudson

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[Steven Hudson]

Steven hated the word ‘tired’ when it came to his job anyone that said they were tired was injured and the worst thing they could do was sleep. “I’m making it illegal this time.” He stated enjoying the fight she seemed to have about her. “Put it this way, you’re a military pilot so do me a favour. Sleep is the enemy so I want you to fight it.” At the mention of cookies he laughed, anything with sugar and he was easily bought and led down the wrong path. “Not leaving you then, what cookies are we talking about? Chocolate ones?” He asked deciding if she had cookies on the brain he would go with it.

To hear her cough and spit up more water he took a look at the tide and it was doing them no favours. “Don’t worry about that, we’ll have you out soon.” He said as he glanced up at the fire-fighter with a sense of urgency. When he could see her face he smiled and waved as he tried to move a little closer as he waved for her partner to bring down the back board. “It's a nice name you've got. Nice to meet you Alyssa, what’s a nice girl like you doing falling from the sky?” He asked with a grin.

Her deflections were practiced and something he was all too used to dealing with as he was good at it himself. “I won’t catch a cold, men are immune to those... just need to watch out for the man flu.” He said as he shuffled a little closer to her. “So how are you doing Alyssa? Any pain?” He asked hoping to keep her talking until the fire department got on with it.

Tag:Alyssa Zorin,

[Alyssa Zorin]

STATE OF THE ART

Alyssa laughed a bit which was a good thing as more water came out of her lungs, which meant she was getting rid of what she was intaking for the moment. "Oh so you are a cop too?" She teased. Of course he wasn't a cop if he was a paramedic. Who had time for that? "Water, headache" He was continuing the conversation about cookies. "Chocolate is good. White Chocolate is better" How was this even a discussion? Well to be fair it was probably more of a distraction.

Soon she felt the rest of her body being freed from under the debris. "Engine failure" well that was partially true, she wasn't sure what had happened but she knew it had been mechanical. "You sound from around here" she was making small talk. Oh her head hurt. It hurt so bad but she was eventually able to sit and she did as much as she could to keep the water from rushing into her breathing. Though she was still half way pinned.

"If you don't count the headache, and the scrapes and bruises then I am fine." she was totally deflecting. They were more than just minor scrapes and bruises. There were a few places that were going to need stitches. Then there was the water in her lungs and it would make the next forty eight hours critical. Dry drowning was a possibility, even if it was rare. She'd swallowed enough water, though most of it was coming out of her lungs.

tags: Steven Hudson

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[Steven Hudson]

Steven laughed as she mentioned him being a cop too, oh hell no he would never have been a cop. Too many rules and if he had a set of handcuffs, no it was likely that he would be the one on the wrong end of them. “You’d really trust me with a set of handcuffs?” he asked still laughing before he heard her say water and headache. “Just fight to keep awake okay.” He said as the conversation turned to cookies. “So you’re a white chocolate fan? How about this, you keep talking to me and I’ll buy you the biggest white chocolate cookie bouquet I can find. Bear in mind it’s the hospital version.” He offered though what were a few cookies to getting to keep someone alive.

Hardly a trade he would pass up if it worked. “Engine failure, see I always knew that if people were meant to fly we would have wings.” He said grinning though really he was simply glad there was someone alive in the plane crash. At her small talk he nodded, “Born and bred Chicago.” He said as he saw she was able to sit up as he moved the back board in slowly behind her. He angled it slightly so she could lean back if she wanted to, trying help keep the water from rushing at her as he tried to move a little closer.

“How about you, from around here or just thought you’d fly in?” He asked as he grabbed the oxygen mask and held it out for her as far as he could reach. “Here take this, it should help.” He offered as he listened to her list of complaints though he knew that was hardly an accurate list. Steven knew the risk of dry drowning though he hoped it was simply a risk and not something that would happen. “How about we forget what you just told me and we stick to the truth.” He teased, “You’re not supposed to lie or act tough to a medic. It’s my city you fell out of the sky into so I’m just saying, be prepared to receive the A list treatment.”

So there was really only one kind of treatment that he offered and it was his best every single time though there was no harm in talking about it. “Besides I know women usually fall at my feet but not had one fall out of the air to meet me yet. So you’re a first for that.” He joked trying to be annoyingly funny, where was the harm in it as long as it kept her talking.

Alyssa Zorin ,

[Alyssa Zorin]

STATE OF THE ART

When he talked about trust and a set of handcuffs she smiled and tried not to laugh too hard. "I don't know? Should I?" she questioned. Though admittedly she didn't need to think about paramedics in handcuffs but he was attractive and if it was a distraction then... he brought up the cuffs. Alyssa closed her eyes and then forced them open again. "You aren't above bribery are you?" Though truth be told she was sucker for white chocolate. That didn't mean the rest of her would listen. She shook her head a little. "My leg. It's throbbing" she was pinned but at least she still had feeling.

"Someone's gotta protect the sky" she replied. "But it's not for everyone" She added. Alyssa knew that taking to the skys had a sense of adventure but to some it could be a nightmare. "Massachusetts, but I am stationed near Springfield" she made her accent a little clearer for the moment. It was just hard to hear between the labored breathing that she had. Glad for the backboard keeping the water from rushing in so much anymore.

He handed her the oxygen and it helped but she looked towards him. "The truth? The truth is I've been through far worse. This is surface scratches in comparison." Alyssa could lie but she didn't want to lie to him. "You ever tasted the salt water?" she was trying to tease. Anything for a distraction but she screamed as she was finally completely free. The slice on her leg was pretty deep but nothing that indicated broken. But once she screamed from that pain it was over. Distractions weren't going to work anymore.

"Why shouldn't they fall at your feet? Sexy guy like you?" Okay so what was she doing? Right maybe it was just something else talking. No, he was easy to talk to, and he was funny. Maybe he wouldn't take that the wrong way. Well she'd meant it but at the same time she was hoping it was too forward. Yeah he was ... okay shutting up now Alyssa.. Ow pain leg.. No focus on sexy paramedic instead.

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[Steven Hudson]

Laughing was always a good sign; at least his humour or attempted humour was taken well he thought. “Oh yeah, trust me, I’m a paramedic. Even got zip ties in the back of the ambulance too in case you are interested.” He said though the minute he said it, it was one of those comments in life that needed to be left unsaid. Truthfully he did have zip ties but only for restraint of patients that would hurt themselves or others. Not that zip ties and cuffs were a part of his daily keys, wallet, phone routine before he left for work.

“Bribery, nope. If it keeps people awake and it works why not.” He offered knowing he had promised a lot more on occasion that white chocolate cookies. “It’s a good sign Alyssa, try not to move it but pain in this case is a good thing.” He knew that it went against most people’s idea of good but the worry set in when a patient said they had no feeling. Feeling pain was a good sign even if it was painful and uncomfortable. To hear her talk about flying he smiled, flying had never fussed him much but then he had hardly done much of it. Then again adventure was good fun so flying had its good points.

“Nice accent and Springfield huh.” He said thoughtfully, “You know you could have just driven the 55 to come to Chicago. Seems like a safer plan than flying these days.” He teased not that there was anything wrong with flying; it was the falling out of the sky he took issue with especially when people were hurt. He tended to go by the rules if people were meant to fly they would have wings, much like cars to move at speed they would be faster but then at least cars and planes kept him in a job even if it did get a little dicey at times.

Steven gave her a look when she said she had been through far worse. “You ever think of a job change to something a little safer?” He asked her though honestly he would never ask anyone to do that, if it was what they loved doing it was worth doing it. He knew his father loved his job and just because that ended badly, his mother had pleaded with him not to so the same but he had chosen not to listen and he loved his job. There was no changing that in a person. “Whatever you’ve been through before, this isn’t surface scratches.” He said not wanting to worry her but then what had happened before to make her think that this was.

He was about to reply to her salt water tease when he winced as she screamed, at least she was completely free now at least as he pushed himself up from the sand and moved toward her quickly. Steven dropped to his knees beside her not caring if he got wet from the water as he placed some gauze on her leg before he laughed at her comment. “Thank you, finally someone who agrees with me. It only takes you falling out of the sky after flying from Springfield for someone to tell me.” He said still chuckling as he made quick work of setting up an IV and hanging it off his shoulder.

Steven saw his partner for the day heading over as he tried to patch up the scrapes as best he could. “Alyssa, I want you to listen to me okay?” He began, “We’re going to move you onto the board, don’t try to move and I’m not going to lie to you. It’s gonna hurt.” It was the one part he hated when he had to hurt someone to help them though in this case there was no other way around it. “What I want you to do is keep your eyes open, keep talking to the sexy paramedic and think of the cookies you’ll get. Can you do that for me?” He asked as Steven saw his partner ready the board beside her. “Besides for what you said, I’ll even stretch to a second lot of cookies too since you made my day.” He said with a grin as he got ready to move her.

Alyssa Zorin,

[Alyssa Zorin]

STATE OF THE ART

Alyssa smirked. "They aren't as strong as they look ya know" she managed to get out. Though to be fair she had to wonder what he was doing with zipties and handcuffs. It hardly seemed like something a paramedic would keep. "Are all your patients that difficult then Steven?" She chuckled. Alyssa didn't usually feel comfortable around people. Right now though she didn't have a choice. Why she was even minding her manners and no making rude remarks she honestly didn't know. Then again if she did, he might just change his mind and leave her there. It was better to play nice.

“Well maybe I want to sleep” her voice was matter of fact but the pain rattled the vocal chords just a bit as he mentioned pain being good. She gritted her teeth. "I think someone needs to send you back to grammar school if this is your idea of good." She responded. Alyssa loved the sky and the sense of adventure it brought. But sometimes it just didn't work.

“Shut up” when he teased her about her accent and driving she would have hit him with something but there was hardly anything in her reach. Car, plane what was the difference? More people got hurt in car crashes than in plane crashes. So technically Mr. smarty pants had his statistics backwards. Her plane was much safer and he if gave her half a mind of what he was thinking she would have jumped all over it. Even the Mexican jumping beans wouldn't be able to keep up.

"I have put my life into military service since I was eighteen.” The words were bitter sounding. Change jobs? He couldn't be serious. She'd chosen to do this and she knew the risks of it where did he get off? If she wasn't trapped beneath everything she would have slapped him. She stilll had half a mind to weakly slap him for that comment. Her eyes showed a bit of her bitterness as she decided that silence was just better. Yeah whatever. He had clearly never served in the military. Suddenly Alyssa just felt herself missing her parents. Hell even her murdering ex husband had more respect for the military.

Though she was thankful he was there. Really she was. Though she wasn't exactly the best when it came to dealing with people. She felt him pressing on her leg and she whimpered. She had a front of sorts but it was easily ripped down when she was in this much pain. Her hand came up and she made a fast around his wrist to try and easy the pain. She felt queasy and laid her head back down.

"Eyes open? Says the sexy paramedic who hasn't been submerged in the water" The water stung her eyes to keep them open. When they moved her she bit her lip. She went to move her head but forgot that Steven had gotten the collar already around it. Part of her wished she was passed out for this. Another part of her thankful that she wasn't because this guy was kind of funny, even if he was a jerk. Then again all the sexy ones were pricks right?

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[Steven Hudson]

Steven raised his brow when he looked at her as she spoke. “And how would you know that nugget of information?” He teased though he was actually interested to know what possible situation a pilot would need zip ties for. “Oh just the ones that crash land, most are pretty friends but we do get a few good cases.” He said as he winked toward her, Steven had seen a lot of things go through the back of an ambulance and on occasions there were those days when all he could do was tie someone down to stop them from hurting anyone. It was hardly fun but then without zip ties, bandages would take too long.

She had a point that he could hardly argue had it not been for the pain that was at the back of her words. “Trust me, sleeping is the worst thing you could do. Besides why would you want to sleep when you’ve got me around?” He asked as if he was actually hurt by her wanting to sleep. “I’ve better ideas that are good but for you, pain is your friend. You’ll thank me later.” He said with a smile, well that was if she decided not to kill him for being his usually annoying self.

Laughing when she told him to shut up he simply shook his head. “Never, if I’m quiet then there’s something wrong.” He said smirking, it was mainly true though he did have his quiet moments though they were few and far between. When it came to cars he saw the damage they did and yet all he could think of was that it had to be safer than flying but then he had never flown a plane just driven a car. Each to their own though it had to be an adventure to be up in the sky that high.

Steven knew he had hit a nerve the minute her words were bitter sounding, he had never meant to insult the military as he had a lot of respect for them. Then again given that beautiful women were falling from the sky, he thought it might be safer for her to be on the ground. “Eighteen, that is a lot of service.” He said for a moment as he nodded to her. “Thank you for your service Ma’am. Just for that you’ll get the best of the best for today and looks like I’m up to three baskets of cookies now.” He said with a grin as he knew at Chicago med they had a few that would do anything and everything for a member of the military.

He knew a lot of people who had served but just like the cops, medics and fire-fighters of the city. The military were the guys who did that bit more in his book. “Sorry, can’t help without a little pain.” He said wishing that he could help her without hurting her anymore. When she tried to ease the pain by way of his wrist he just smiled and tried to look positive. “Well if you want me to be submerged in water too I can arrange it but we need to look after you first. The beautiful one who fell into the water.” He said as he reached into his bag for something that might be able to dry her face a little to stop the water getting into her eyes.

Steven reached over her and tried to pat her eyes dry so she could at least keep her eyes open with as little trouble as possible. “See; all better just keep those gorgeous eyes open. I know, it’s tough to look at his ugly mug but I swear there are some good looking doctors at the hospital.” He said trying to make her laugh by any means he could or at least keep her talking.

Alyssa Zorin,

[Alyssa Zorin]

STATE OF THE ART

Alyssa gave him a look. "Ziptie me and I'll have your head" it was just as threatening as her others had been. Though the pain it was enough that she could pass out just from that alone. She was fighting it even though she heard everything up until something about good looking doctors. Her pulse had dropped. Apparently the adrenaline rush had her awake earlier and now with that gone she was out. She woke up once or twice in the ambulance and then passed back out. With her CT scan showing nothing, it appeared her headache was from somethine else entirely. Adrenaline was likely.

When she woke up and actually realized what was going on, she was in the hospital. She was on some sort of pain killer and she rolled over to see that a familiar face in the room. "Steven?" What was he doing here? Didn't he have people to save. She was pretty sure he wasn't really supposed to be here. She was in ICU... how had he gotten in? Though she felt fine and didn't understand why ICU. Then again medical stuff wasn't her thing.

"Don't get me wrong it beats waking up alone..." she was kind of glad there was a familiar face there. Even if it was the medic who had threatened her to leave her under her jet. Her leg was wrapped up pretty good. Sighing she wasn't really sure what to say to him. "But how did you..?" she hadn't failed to notice where she was. One didn't wake up from being unconcious outside of ICU at least not when they were there because of trauma.

Alyssa wasn't going to lie. She was replaying the crash in her head. The hospital was actually a relief. She was safe, and she could relax. What was she supposed to say. "Steven..." she wanted his attention. "Thank you" she knew he'd done everything that he could do. Her head rolled over to the side as she decided to pull herself up. She'd gotten lucky but everything felt stiff. She was still trying to figure out what to say to him.

tags: Steven Hudson

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[Steven Hudson]

“Yeah? Luckily I don’t think I’ll need those this time.” He said with a grin, Steven was glad when she passed out, not that he wished it on anyone but the pain must have been bad. If she was out cold then there was no pain to be felt and given her head he could hardly give her painkillers because he knew the doctors would kill him first for doing that. The hospital had been its usual busy place, people moving here and there, Maggie shouting a bay out to him as he steered Alyssa in there before having to hand her off to the doctors.

He tried to wait around as long as possible to see that she was okay but once the paper work was done it was back out into the world until the end of shift. It came faster than he had expected as he found himself at a bakery getting three gift wrapped baskets of white chocolate cookies along with a paper bag of mixed cookies for himself. If he was waiting a guy had to eat at some point he thought. Before he made it to the hospital he had another stop to make at the store for a pack of beer and a box of fairy cakes.

The hospital was still the same as he made his way through the ER and up to the ICU, normally Steven tended to stay in the ER but if he needed to he worked his way around. A pack of beer for the charge nurse smoothed his way into the ICU and a box of fairy cakes made sure that the nurses were happy enough as long as he brought treats. He was in and job done he thought as he placed the three baskets of cookies on the cabinet in Alyssa’s room as he took a seat settling into eating his cookies and waiting.

Steven looked over to her when he heard his name, “Hey welcome back.” He said with a grin glad to see that she was awake and actually remembered him. He sat up from his chair slightly as he listened to her talk about waking up alone, “You remember I told you since you dropped into the city that you’d get the first class treatment?” He asked as he grinned, “And the how is a secret. It’s all about who you know.” He said though more about knowing who liked what and favours owed but still. All in a days work.

When she spoke again he shook his head, a thank you was always nice but it was his job. “Thanks isn’t necessary, just doing my job besides I had to come back because I owed you cookies for staying awake as long as you did.” He explained before he motioned to the baskets, “And don’t move too much, it’s the ICU for a reason. Just relax and take it easy.” She had been hurt and he was glad that she was awake and talking, that was a good sign if there ever was one for the ICU. “So how are you feeling?” He asked her deciding to just be his usually inquisitive self as really you could take him away from the ambulance but the questions were still the same.

Alyssa Zorin,

[Alyssa Zorin]

STATE OF THE ART

Alyssa managed to sit up but it hurt so bad to move. Even with the pain killers, but it was better than staring at the ceiling. "I didn't think that medics were allowed to come check up on their calls?" She was confused. Then again maybe it was because she hit her head. Then again she hadn't gone stupid, just... forgetful of a few things. How had the crash even happened? She'd been trying to get her head around that. Her light said mechanical failure but that didn't seem right to her. Then again nothing made sense right now.

"So no handcuffs?" She pretended to pout but it was in a very cute sarcastic manner. Then again she had the sexy paramedic in her room. "Here I was thinking you'd forgotten all about me" It was clear her pouting was playful like way. Though this was hardly how she was with people as a general rule. Alyssa didn't like being social. Then again with a bump to the head anything was possible right?

"First class treatment is threatening to leave your patients to the tide it is?" she remembered him threatening to leave her there but not the why's of it. Yeah she had an attitude but clearly so did he. "I hope that isn't the way you do business, or there would be a lot of dead people." She mused. "And I see dead people" she added in that creepy horror voice from the movie. Okay so she was a bit overboard but still.

Yeah usually this is where unconscious people came and those with brain injuries. "You look like hell. Did you get any rest?" Okay so why should she care? Actually, she did care and despite her annoying protests and bluntness she was thankful he'd gotten her but he needed to rest to didn't he? They were on shift what a full day? She looked towards him as he asked her how she was feeling. "Right beside you inside the inferno abyss" she added.

It took Alyssa a moment. "Just because you were doing your job, doesn't mean that I am not thankful you were." She knew how easily it would have been for anyone to overlook her. He'd been diligent enough to get to her, before the tide came in. Plane wrecks were not usually good places for survivors. She didn't want to think about the multimillion dollar aircraft she had just crashed either. Her commanding officer. No she didn't want to think about that.

tags: Steven Hudson

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