<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>Ambulance, hospital<br/><strong>Action Summary:</strong>Recieving care.<br/><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong>Hook<br/><strong> Open to Others?:</strong>Possibly<br/><hr/><br/>"Owww.." She flinched as he probed the open wound more but she didn't actually panic until his partner's hands came down on her shoulders.  "Oww, what the hell? You can't seriously be about to .." but he was.  Wide blue eyes closed blocking out everything as she felt the vague tug of the needle through skin.  The area might be numb but that didn't mean it was pleasant for her.  Traci was so focused on breathing and not moving too much she did not notice when the ambulance came to a halt.  Not until she was being pushed down the ramp and into the hospital.<br/><br/>She still hadn't said anything even when he picked her up and transferred her before beginning to work on her hands. In fact she was very pointedly NOT looking at him, which was a shame because he was really rather nice to look at.  Then he asked her a direct question and she couldn't exactly ignore him.  With a small sigh she shrugged careful to not tug her hand out of his.  "I'm still mad at you about the stitches thing.  Give a girl a little warning next time please.  This isn't exactly every day fare for me, a little personal pep talk time would have been nice.  Just my luck I manage to pull the hot medic and he's a sadist..." It was fairly good natured grumbling as she shifted on the bed.<br/><br/>Looking from her hand to the worn but tautly stretched fabric of her jeans against her legs she blew out another frustrated breath.  "Could you ... I can't reach my phone.  I need to call in and tell them I won't make the shift.  Eric is going to be pissed about this, Friday nights are busy.  He probably already has called in my replacement but I really don't want to lose my job because some asshole on a motorcycle can't be bothered to watch where he's going." The rectangle outline of said phone could be seen clearly in her left pocket.  The jeans might have been great for tips, not so much fishing her phone out with her hands in their current state.  "Please?" She seemed lucid enough but along with the rambling her flirty nature seemed to disappear as well.  Now she just seemed tired and embarrassingly enough almost on the verge of tears.