<div class="floatleft">(http://favim.com/orig/201107/31/boy-car-fashion-hot-guy-jon-Favim.com-117571.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Jonathan Hellyer</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- Near the Starting Line<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- 9:56 - 10:00 pm<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Jaime/Jason/Blaire<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>John was stunned completely silent by the sudden outburst. Up until now calling Blaire ‘intense’ was not on high on the list of words he would use to describe the blonde. From the very beginning she had been easy going, and more forgiving than most. She stormed off past him before he even had the chance to speak up in his own defense. He would have assumed that being present before the race actually began would have qualified him as being ‘on-time enough’ to bypass any ire from his team, which obviously was an incorrect assessment. Briefly the man had a flashback to high school band, when his director would always spout off about “If you aren’t 10 minutes early, then you are 10 minutes late!”<br/><br/><strong>“It’s alright Jamie”</strong>, he protested when she came to his defense with a dejected tone. The last thing he wanted on Blaire’s laundry list of annoyances associated with the good doctor was ‘to weak to fight his own battles’. Not that he would have yelled back in the first place. Maybe he didn’t know fully what was at stake here other than just their teams reputation, but John wasn’t going to let a little tantrum rile him up. She was probably just stressed, or maybe somebody said something before he had arrived.<br/><br/><strong>“Good luck in the race”</strong>calling off to Blaire as she disappeared through the crowd and into her car, fairly sure she had already been out of earshot at that point but glad he got to say it all the same. Unzipping his pack and beginning to pull out his change of clothes, John nodded to Jason and Jamie, shrugging at the woman’s reassurance with handsome smile to further reinforce that he was not going to let it bother him.<strong>“Just can’t loose now”</strong>, laughing in a worried tone. If he thought she was pissed now, this was probably the tip of the fucking iceberg.<br/><br/>Turning away John slipped into the backseat of his Eclipse and began changing into his new clothes, consisting of a set of comfortable worn jeans and a faded black shirt. All and all neither served to make him better looking or more spectacular seeming than the plain scrubs would have. But his mentality was ‘better to feel good on my first race than to look good’. Although his hair was still all over the place. Bundling up the outfit into a small ball John stepped back out into the evening air just in time to catch a large whiff of burning rubber as his Team Captain pealed out from her parking space. It was a harsh reminder exactly what they were all here to do, and what could happen.<br/><br/>Making sure all the prying eyes were glued to the racers coming up on the track, John slipped behind his car and threw open the trunk. The overhead light immediately kicked on, illuminating the large paramedic first aid kit he had borrowed from one of the ambulance guys before leaving. He tossed his scrubs to the side and unzipped the bag, retrieving a syringe from one of the sterilization kits and a small bottle of a clear substance. Roughly speaking it took a person about 5 – 20 minutes to bleed out depending on the severity, their weight, and about a thousand other factors. The track was about 13 miles long, so by his math if the racers wrecked at the very end of the track it could take him anywhere from 7-10 minutes to get there. That was of course of the police or normal paramedics didn’t arrive first.<br/><br/>He was filling the container behind the needle with an average persons weight of Antihemorrhagic, a substance that promotes hemostasis and stops bleeding. That should give him enough time to at least get the person out of sight if it came to it. If they were on fire, well that’s what the second syringe of morphine was prepped for shortly thereafter.<strong>“Prepping emergency tools for races I’m taking part in”</strong>chuckling beneath his breath.<strong>“If that’s just not the stupidest thing I’ve ever done”</strong>slamming the lid shut and moving back towards the crowd in search of Jamie and Jason. He caught up with his roommate, pressing through the crowd with a growing excitement.<strong>“Here we go”</strong>he mouthed to her, not wanting to yell over the roar of the fans.<br/>