Savannah Storm | 17 | M: Noah, Zander, Wyatt

Savannah walked slowly to Wyatt. The panicking tone of his voice sent tremors down her spine. "What's wrong?" she asked, eyes round in confusion and worry. She glanced at his face anxiously. "Wha- what happened?" Ignoring Zander and Noah, she focused her attention on Wyatt.

Timothy Blue / EI / Kholo.

The line had turned anxiously silent for a few moments, Tim instantly regretting his decision to say anything as he waited.The blonde wasn't sure she was still there - But she soon spoke again in a much more flighty tone,

"She..They had to."

He stopped again,calming his voice's tremor before spitting it out.

"They amputated her legs.Emily is going to -.. be different when she comes back.I just thought - thought you should know."

Tim cleared his throat weakly before looking to Tristan,who seemingly hadn't moved.

"I'm going to go check on her again, See if she's back from her scan.Ill keep you updated."

He ends the call,putting the mobile into his pocket before walking slowly back toward Tristan.The blonde then hestitated- unsure if he was still talking on the phone - before starting to head for the door alone with clasped hands behind his back.

Tim was trying to remain calm - But he could feel himself beginning to struggle with how real it was becoming.It was too much to cope with..

Wyatt nervously scratched the back of his head, remaining calm in stature but not in tone. He gave Sav a small smile, looking from one to the other. "Emily is in the national medical center, she got airevacced two days ago after a bad fall."

Noah watched Savannah with bright, unfazed attentiveness, then piped up, "if she's going I'll come too! I love hospitals."

Zander muttered something in such a malicious tone it was nearly immediately observed as a swear in Noah's direction. It seemed Wyatt had heard it, taking time away from his own briefing to mention, "that...was...creative."

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As the large group of riders got into Wyatt's massive truck, he turned the music down, silently scanning the road as he began merging onto the highway. Noah was smushed happily between Savannah and Zander, the latter brooding silently as he stared out the window. After some amount of mile markers passed, the man driving well but relying on counting them to remain calm and attentive, he mentioned, "you guys should know that Tristan said it wasn't looking too good. She went in for a surgery to amputate both of her legs yesterday, so don't act too surprised. She's told me before that losing her legs is the worst possible thing that could happen to her, so please be respectful-"

"Emily got her legs chopped off?!" Noah exclaimed disbelievingly, paying no mind to sensitivity or the fact that Wyatt was talking.

"Good, get it out of the way now, Noah," Wyatt replied in an antagonized but compassionate tone. It seemed the man had endless patience.

She stopped. Her breath came out in shaky gasps as she fought to stay calm. Sitting down on the lush carpet, she buried her head in her knees, forgetting about Tim. Sobs escaped from her body as tears rolled down her face. "I miss you," she whispered, her dark eyes filled with grief. "Need you. T'sani." This name was nothing more than a breath.

Suddenly remembering Tim, she wiped away her tears and pulled herself together. "How is she responding?" she replied in a shaky but firm voice.

-Heather would be looking out the window of the truck, she flinched a bit from Noah's shouting about Emily having no legs. She would be very quiet, accidently digging her nails a bit into her own skin while the memories of her past kept flashing through her mind. She bat her eyes a bit to keep the tears away, refusing to cry in front of anyone while trying her best to act like everything is fine while trying keep her calm composure in check. Keeping her eyes on the window as she watched everything go passed them-

I'm going to make a long Wyatt post, but perhaps my staged drama won't be until a bit later :)

Tristan | HJI | Tim

Tristan gave a glance in Tim's direction, then looked back down to his phone, where he was sending Wyatt the address. He hardly knew that the man had acquired plenty of experience here, and wold hardly need the assistance in finding the place. Without a second glance, he inquired in a dull, sarcastic tone, "who'd you tell? I told Wyatt, he's on his way."

Stretching up after pressing 'send,' Tristan rose from his seat, gesturing towards the door. "I bet she's out of her scan, probably needs the company 'til he gets here."