Evangeline nodded as Eric said he didn't see why they couldn't reach the crash site.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">God, I really hope we can.</span></span><br/><br/>Just like Eric, she had no idea of exactly what was happening there. Had she known, going there would probably be the last thing on her mind. Even with the notion that going there might be the only way to know where her father was, or any clue about what had happened to him. And also just like him, Eva barely remembered their disastrous encounter.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">It feels like months ago.</span></span><br/><br/>The nurse wouldn't have had a problem with staying silent all the way to the site. But it was clear she appreciated Eric's attempt to make a conversation. It would help distract her from her own mind.<br/><br/>As Eric tried - she thought - to offer some comfort, she was really grateful. When he mentioned her boyfriend, her lips parted to correct him. But she froze before being able to actually do it.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Holy Mother of God, what's that?</span></span><br/><br/>It was all she could think when she saw the crashed ambulance. That just... felt wrong. Something about that made her internal alarm go off. Her eyes grew wide when she saw the horrifying scene. The woman, the man... Her mind was racing so much she didn't have time to ask Eric to stop, or slow down. She looked around, trying to make some sense out of the situation, and unable to make any.<br/><br/>When Eric suggested they should head back to his workshop, she nodded. "Yeah. We do", the girl agreed, her voice trembling just a little. She would keep quiet until they reached the place, and then she'd stagger out of the car and sit on the ground, head between her knees. Obviously, her nerves were trying to get the best of the girl. It took her a few minutes to feel well enough to speak again, though not even close to feel well enough to try and stand up.<br/><br/>"My father. Not my boyfriend." As if wanting to avoid any attempt of sympathy, she continued, her voice a bit faint. "What the hell was that? Back there?"