Everest
Where indeed. Having dropped them on the sidewalk when he'd dashed toward Mateo, the other man is free to pick them up before hopping into the cab if he likes. Ever's attention is focused on getting his friend into the cab without incident.
"Always." Ever responds immediately, meaning it both in and out of paramedic mode, even as he stifles a yawn into his shoulder. Small talk isn't part of the job, so it's with a keen eye that Ever simply watches Mateo for signs of concussion. Should he buy Mateo self-defence lessons for Christmas? Thinking that hat or wig shopping was in their future given how much of Mateo's scalp he could see, Ever glances at the dashboard clock. 3 am. Three hours until his shift started. If he was going to have to call in and see if someone could cover, he should do it sooner rather than later.
The driver doesn't say anything about how the flower shop is closed, he merely accepts his tip with a grunt as the two men get out. Petunia raises her head from the back of the couch and appraises her servants with a haughty but disinterested stare. "Are you okay if I inspect you in the kitchen before you have a bath?" The lighting was better in the kitchen and the linoleum floor was the easiest to clean dried blood from. This they both knew from experience.
"Always." Ever responds immediately, meaning it both in and out of paramedic mode, even as he stifles a yawn into his shoulder. Small talk isn't part of the job, so it's with a keen eye that Ever simply watches Mateo for signs of concussion. Should he buy Mateo self-defence lessons for Christmas? Thinking that hat or wig shopping was in their future given how much of Mateo's scalp he could see, Ever glances at the dashboard clock. 3 am. Three hours until his shift started. If he was going to have to call in and see if someone could cover, he should do it sooner rather than later.
The driver doesn't say anything about how the flower shop is closed, he merely accepts his tip with a grunt as the two men get out. Petunia raises her head from the back of the couch and appraises her servants with a haughty but disinterested stare. "Are you okay if I inspect you in the kitchen before you have a bath?" The lighting was better in the kitchen and the linoleum floor was the easiest to clean dried blood from. This they both knew from experience.
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
