𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 [E.Diaz]

Survivors and Saviors

Survivors and Saviors

THE WAVES drifted back out to sea, but the road ahead was a rough one for the two of them. Rachel groaned leaning into Josie's shoulders, her whimpers soft. Josie did everything she could for her own wound, slowing the bleeding with a sock wrapped into a knot, her balance was wavering but she was pushing on. 

"Where are we going?" Rachel asks, her leg tied tight with ropes and a broken tennis handle in place.

"I don't know anywhere with doctors or someone who can get you to an ER." She explains. 

"Do you see stuff like this often?" Rachel grits through her teeth. "You would be surprised what I see daily." She chuckled shaking her head, the water splashing under high tops. 

People walked past them, all confused about what to do next. If she was honest with herself she would say that even though she had no idea what to do, she was just hoping Buck and Christopher were okay. 

"Can we please stop for a second?" Rachel asks her, she nods her head leading her over to a car, sitting her in the open passenger seat. The young girl hissed holding her leg up in the driver's seat. 

Josie panted leaning her back, her hand holding her waist.  "Are you sure you're fine?" Rachel asks her, she nods her head slowly. 

"It's just a flesh wound." She reassures her, lies.  Josie grunts looking at her. "Just take a minute." She says to her, Rachel furrowed her brows. 

"Do you have a boyfriend?" She asks her. Josie bit her lip shaking her head. "You trying to ask me out? I don't date young and you're not my type." She teased her. 

"Black?" Rachel asked her, laughing. The young woman rolled her eyes. "Girls." Josie chuckled. 

"Why do you ask?" Josie wonders, the teen shrugged her shoulders at her. "Just making conversation so I don't think about my leg." She tells her. 

Josie sighed, slumping against the car door. "It's complicated, I really like this guy I work with." She tells her. 

"What's complicated about it?" She asks her. 

"To be honest I don't know,  don't even know if he even sees me in that way," Josie admits to her. 

Rachel shook her head. "I mean you seem like you are sane and you are very pretty, I like your hair." She tells her. 

Josie chuckled. "I like your's too, your curls seem more in check than mine." She comments. The young girl smirked. 

"Thanks, I don't wear it like this often and I'm trying to embrace the curl instead of spending an hour in the bathroom every day." She tells her, nodding along. 

Josie looked up to the flooded street, furrowing her brows looking at a man wearing a wet white t-shirt, his face scratched up with bits of blood on his arms and face. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized it.