Found Obsession

Chapter 89: The Key

Jonathan, Sasha, Mark, Teresa, Lucas and Riley arrived at the scene amidst the flashing lights of police cars, fire trucks, and an ambulance. The rain continued to pour as officers and firefighters worked quickly, attaching ropes and coordinating their rescue efforts.

Paramedics stood ready as one firefighter was already harnessed and pulling someone up the incline. Another rope was being secured nearby, with a team working hard to assist.

The group hurried forward as an officer began explaining the situation to Jonathan, gesturing toward the wreckage below. Jonathan leaned over the edge, his sharp eyes catching the faint glow of the smoldering car. Smoke still rose from the wreckage, mingling with the rain, and the sight only deepened his tension.

The others moved to help pull the rope, their efforts combining with the rescue team's. Not long after, Jonathan heard faint mumbling.

"What took you so long?" Wyatt muttered, his tone as annoyed as it was exhausted.

Wyatt finally reached the edge with the firefighter's help, climbing back onto the road. As he stood, drenched and shaking, Jonathan hurried over to him, his sharp gaze scanning Wyatt and then immediately shifting to Rose.

Wyatt wasted no time, speaking quickly. "She has glass stuck in one of her legs—I didn't take it out in case it made things worse. She's got a concussion and fell asleep about ten minutes ago. Her shoulder is dislocated," he explained, his voice firm but strained.

Paramedics rushed in, gently moving Rose onto a stretcher. Wyatt stepped back, his hands resting on his knees as he caught his breath, watching as they carefully tended to her.

Jonathan's jaw tightened as he glanced between Rose and Wyatt. 

"Wyatt," they heard Rose murmur weakly as she was being taken to the ambulance.

Wyatt immediately hurried over, his boots splashing in the puddles as he approached. Rose's tired eyes focused on him, completely drained but intent.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice faint but sincere.

Wyatt swallowed hard, watching silently as the paramedics loaded her into the ambulance. He didn't trust himself to respond, only nodding as she was taken away. Jonathan walked past him, pausing to press a hand on Wyatt's shoulder. The gesture wasn't accompanied by words, but the gratitude in Jonathan's expression said everything.

Wyatt stood still for a moment, the rain still falling heavily around him, before noticing the paramedics gesturing for him to sit. They began tending to his hands, bandaging the fresh cuts from his climb. He accepted their help reluctantly, his annoyance barely hidden.

Sasha, Mark, Riley, Lucas, and Teresa stood nearby, watching with concern as Wyatt explained what had happened. His recounting Rose's call, he kept their conversation out. Once finished, he pulled away from the group and walked toward his motorcycle.

"Whoa," Mark said, stepping in front of him. "It's raining. You're not riding that."

Wyatt gave him an annoyed glare. "And how exactly do you expect me to get home?"

"You've got Rose's purse," Sasha added, pointing to the strap slung over his shoulder. Wyatt glanced down, realizing he still had it. He swallowed, the weight of it suddenly heavier in his hands.

"Then give it to her, blondie," he said, stretching the purse out toward Sasha.

Mark didn't budge. "Get in the car."

Wyatt sighed, his irritation growing. "I really just want to go home and play video games."

Teresa and Riley chuckled, their laughter cutting through the tension. Lucas, meanwhile, stood by the edge of the scene, his gaze fixed on the wreckage below, his expression grim.