<div class="floatleft">(http://4815162342execute.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/par-avion-cap127.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Traci Bradley<br/><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong>Temp NPC, Crash victim<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Accident site, ambulance<br/><strong>Action Summary:</strong>Crush after crash?<br/><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong>Hook<br/><strong> Open to Others?:</strong>Possibly<br/><hr/><br/>"Am I?" There was that soft dreamy quality in her voice as she looked up at him her head lolling to the side. Thanks to a massive amount of adrenaline flooding her system after the impact meant Traci wasn't feeling a lot of pain at the moment though she had flinched a little as his fingers probed her head wound.  It helped that the man currently leaning over her had the smooth darkly handsome thing going on for him.  Totally her type, but it was just her luck that she literally had to be hit by a moving vehicle to meet him. Sometimes this city was so very frustrating.<br/><br/>"Eyes are pretty.." Her own started to lower after giving the compliment, but then snapped back open as his words finally registered. "Stitches?"  Something close to panic registered on her unnaturally pale features and she tried to sit up, frowning as a lance of pain shot through her head.  "No, I don't think I am actually.  Don't like needles, I don't... I was hit by an asshole on a bike you know.  Do you have a motorcycle? I could use a ride to work..." She was clearly not fully with her thoughts jumping from one place to another.<br/><br/>"Can't I just have a band-aid? Maybe a kiss to make it better? I'd ask you to hold my hand, but they hurt.. how come?" The more time that passed the more her head started to throb her small smile fading completely.