<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>"What is this here?" </span>Carlos started and Lea took a step back in realization that he was angry, though he was looking past her at the paramedics and police,<span style="font-style: italic"> "Some halloween picnic and you guys believe that the red thing on her is some fake blood?" He gestured to her shoulder and continued his rant, "Where did you learn your job? Why is she not patched up by no? All you guys can't handle a little girl like her? Damn, do I have to do everything here by myself?"</span>Lea bristled at the little girl comment, but didn't get a chance to say anything as he lifted her into his arms, bringing her over to a stretcher. He held her down when she tried to get up, and she tried to speak once more,<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Carlos, I..."</span><br/><br/>Her words were stopped as he put his finger against her lips, his dark eyes shooting down to look at her.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "You, honey, will get your punishment for being unreasonable later at home, once you are patched up..." Carlos warned, "If I would have known that you continue to run around here, I would have knocked you out cold earlier. Damn, Lea, you want to die under my hands here?" </span>Lea took a breath to retort, but Carlos was still going strong,<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Who shit in your brain that you refused to let the paramedics look after you? Yes, I got all I needed from him, although some people won't like to hear it. But what is it worth if my partner is some thick-headed dumbass, who believes it makes me happy to see her running for me when I hoped that she is already in hospital? Or do you want to make Maria happy by dying a martyr death?" <br/></span><br/>Lea stopped struggling and looked at Carlos with irritation.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "You have a real flare for the dramatic, don't you!?"</span>Lea replied grumpily, her mood sour due to pain, the rush, Carlos' words, really just about everything. The paramedics began to work on her, taking her away to the ambulance and her eyes stayed on Carlos' form until she could no longer see him when she was put into the ambulance.<br/><br/>A few moments later Carlos entered the ambulance with Renea being pulled along with him. She looked rather well for the events, if not a bit excited.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF8000"> "Lea, is this what you really do?! Are you an undercover cop? Christ, this was exciting...I mean, I am sorry for your friend getting hurt and you being shot, but holy shit!"</span></span>Lea gave a sigh, her movement restricted by the stretcher and mandatory neck brace.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"No, Renea...I'm just a stupid little girl who does stupid shit,"</span>Lea replied, though she was not so subtly letting Carlos know she did not appreciate his words. She had just been so worried about him she couldn't bare the thought of leaving the scene and something happening to him.<br/><br/>One of the paramedics whistled as he examined Lea,<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Damn, Lea--your wrist is fucked. They're probably going to have to do surgery on it..."</span>he said as he gently placed her arm back down. It hurt like a bitch, but Lea refused to make a sound about it, knowing it would just be ammo for Carlos to call her stupid. The bruised side of Lea's face was a bit puffy and swollen, her eye slightly closed from it. It was probably a broken cheek bone, or at the very least deeply bruised. Her shoulder would probably need surgery, but she didn't seem to care about anything that the paramedics were saying to one another. Instead, she was rather focused on how sleepy she felt.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"You're a real ass, Carlos..."</span>she muttered out before she closed her eyes some to rest.