Cora likes to win. Most people do, but she thinks she might like it more than she's supposed to.
Luckily, she has an outlet. Exams may be over, but she can still run. She's not sure which new challenge she's going to pick up in the summer, but for now, she can still run.
She runs.
What the fuck, weather – she does not trust that she will be safe, they are going.
C'mere, Theo.
He spins around, fast, when she grabs him, then sees who it is and calms a little.
His head is still bleeding.
"Oh, fuck – come on, Cora has a car, we've got a seat –"
She pulls him back towards them.
Danny and Cora are already inside.
She curses when she sees Theo's condition.
"Is it safe to drive during a storm?"
"His injury, describe it-"
He switches to handling 999, gesturing for her to continue.
"She didn't come, something about feeling ill and – augh." Maya turns to Theo, pokes his hand away from the injury so she can get a better look and relays information about it.
Fortunately it looks like it's mostly just a graze, surface damage that's bleeding a lot.
Theo winces a bit, at that, and then winces further when this just increases the pain.
He tries to hold still after that.
"It's going to be fine," says Danny, though he doesn't seem to have told his face that.
Maya gives Danny a bit of a look, trying to indicate the problem with his bedside manner, and then tries talking to Theo to make sure he's responding coherently.
He reaches into the glove compartment, and hands a bottle of painkillers to Maya.
… Of course. Bottle of painkillers. Because every normal person has a whole bottle of painkillers, especially in the glove compartment of their vehicle.
Maya would like to check the label to make sure they are not horribly toxic and/or addictive first, please. If she wouldn't put it in her own body, she is not going to tell Theo to ingest it.
Not addictive enough to mention, apparently.
"He needs something until we get there."
Danny avoids eye contact, and thanks the person on the other end of the call.
"I told them we were coming, since it looks like we're almost there anyway. Theo, are you okay? How many fingers?"
Six.
Takes a short moment for him to realize he's being spoken to but then he can focus just fine. "… Six? I am a little dizzy but I think fine."
– What's the recommended dose of this thing – two pills, she'll take that much then, please and thank you – "I don't suppose you have water in this car?"
Their abrupt stop in the parking lot might be somewhat jarring.
She opens the door next to Theo and starts trying to get a grip on him.
"We'll need at least two to carry him. Jackson?"
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