<div class="floatleft">(http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t264/RP_characters_here/Traci_zps78c06cce.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Traci Bradley<br/><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong>Temp NPC, Crash victim<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hospital Room, Traveling?<br/><strong>Action Summary:</strong>Receiving care, going home<br/><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong>Hook<br/><strong> Open to Others?:</strong>Possibly<br/><hr/>“Don’t move? I think I can manage that.” Despite her reassurance one arm lifted her bandaged hand giving him a quick salute and a quick smile as she was wheeled out of the exam room and through the busy hospital halls.   She was a good little patient though answering their questions about piercings and the like quickly and politely though she did from time to time look over toward the window where she could see Daniel’s outline.<br/><br/>It was reassuring to have at least one person she knew there.  Well, not that she knew him, not really, but he had been remarkably nice to her thus far and there was the memory of that hand spread against her thigh as he fished out her phone… It was that pleasant memory which kept her still and silent as the scan progressed and before she knew it it was over and she was rather relieved to know that she’d sustained nothing  more than a bump on the head.<br/><br/>The police were nice if a bit brusque.  Sadly she didn’t really have any more details to give them.  Everything had happened so quickly and she hadn’t really been paying attention the way she should have been as she hurried to work.  If she had been perhaps the accident could have been averted.  Still they assured her that if they caught the person on the bike they would be in touch.<br/><br/>Then she was left with Daniel.  She nodded at his first point, no running, check, but that caused a flash of pain through her head and what little color she did have leeched from her face.  Also no nodding.  “I think I can manage all of that thank you.  Contrary to recent evidence I’m usually pretty good at taking care of myself and exercising common sense.”  His observation as they reached the large doors leading out of the building however caused her to frown one hand reaching out to somewhat brush hair out of her face.<br/><br/>“To be perfectly honest I hadn’t really gotten that far in the planning stage.  Currently stuck on how I’m going to fish my debit card out to pay the cab for taking me back.  Continually asking strange men to pull things out of my pockets seems like a really bad idea… Do you have a better suggestion?” She almost seemed to hold her breath after asking that question.  She shouldn’t have asked, he’d already gone above and beyond for her, not that she objected to taking him home with her, she’d just rather it have been under better circumstances. Still she knew that if he offered she wouldn't have the willpower to say no.