Alright, well now that that's happened...and, no worries Aspen! I'll get a Noah post up, then... someone... lol. If you want to write Heather encountering one of my characters, feel free! I can post accordingly.))
Tristan | HJI | Emily
All Tristan had really heard was a collection of gasps from the end of the course. It hadn't truly hit him what had happened until he heard the screams. He hadn't heard Emily scream before for obvious reasons, yet instinctively, he knew it was her. Muttering something under his breath, perhaps a prayer, Tristan took off at a full-on sprint, the adrenaline of the incident hitting him as he ran over a mile in less than five minutes. Thankfully the course went out then came back towards the start, so even though that several minutes felt like forever, it wasn't twenty or forty on a golf cart.
By the time he arrived, Magik was being walked by a medic. He appeared fine, although he had two fairly severe gashes on his front leg and his face. Nothing a little stitching and gauze wouldn't fix, as long as there were no underlying things that were not visible to the eye. Emily, on the other hand...
The first thing Tristan noticed was that she was unconscious. It was a natural first impression, obviously. Yet, her head looked okay. A couple little scrapes, but truly nothing obviously concerning. Which led him to the second thing. If there was no concussion, at least not visibly, what had caused her to scream? She was the toughest person he'd ever met, and definitely had the highest pain tolerance. This led him to observe her further, which felt like it took minutes, not seconds.
Her blonde hair was dripping with water, which he concluded was from the fall she'd obviously taken. There was water down her face, her entire body really. Her vest had inflated, and was cast aside. Next, he noticed the red sheet placed over her lower half. It only took him a few moments to notice it hadn't always been red...
"I'm her trainer, can you tell me what you're going to do with her?" Tristan's voice was unusually calm, though his eyes displayed an intensity abnormal to him. His tone was commanding, and held power he wasn't authorized. It just made him feel more in-control.
"We're taking her to the hospital down the street, but she'll probably need to be med-evacced to the state's medical center. There are pieces of bone everywhere," he muttered the last part pretty grimly, his face truly stricken despite the same demeanor as Tristan's. "But they'll want to get her stats, stop the bleeding a little bit. She's losing more blood than I've ever seen in an open fracture."
Tristan nodded, following the team of EMT's at a brisk pace towards the ambulance. "Is there anything I should be doing?"
"I don't know, man. It's hard to really tell what's going to happen next until she gets a real diagnosis. Do you have contact with her family? Do you know who an emergency contact might be? A husband? A father or mother? She was mentioning someone named Tim before she passed out, is he a viable resource?"
"Tim? No, he's...away." He would've rolled his eyes if it hadn't been such a crisis. Those two were a mess, and he wished they'd make up their minds one way or the other. The indecisiveness truly made his blood pressure rise. "She doesn't have many people left, that's what I know. Let me see if I can track down her step-brother, I think he would be the best candidate."
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The next few hours were a mess, an entire flurry of emotions, locations, and a conglomeration of medical jargon he didn't understand. As a lover of control, Tristan felt very uncomfortable being so helpless. In all actuality, he was mad at Tim for being so irresponsible to Emily and to his job. He wasn't a stranger to irresponsible planning, but he'd changed his ways. It would've been more understandable if there was a valid reason behind it. Truly, it should've been him here handling this, taking on the helicopter ride, the emotional instability, the general trauma of all of this. Yet, he couldn't help but feel that it wouldn't have happened if he were here. Which made him all the angrier.
Sitting in the third waiting room at the local hospital alone, Tristan scrolled through his contacts. He gave a disbelieving huff as he read his co-workers name before continuing on. After calling a very concerned, very anxious Riley, the hunter instructor felt more burdened than lightened, for he had heard way too much about the dynamics of the step-siblings' relationship from the over-sharer. Finally, he dialed Heather's number, assuming that she'd both take advantage of his absence to try and ride, and would know about whatever was happening at the barn. He wasn't ready to inform Kholo. He enjoyed the older woman's kind nature, yet he knew she'd possibly have a psychotic break if she heard the news before there was any good news to follow it up with. Listening to the dial tone, Tristan watched the flurry of nurses and patients go by, now very tired, but still uptight and stressed about the girl's condition.
Clear with Temps dropping into the Teens
