We rush down the stairs, and directly out to where my truck was hooked to Unit 662 before. I glanced around quickly to see my truck down a few bays up on a lift, someone working underneath it.
I crawl in the cab as Nick starts the engine with a roar, hits a few switches and drives out of the garage. He looks so focused on his task. It was devilishly attractive.
He reaches up and grabs the microphone, "662 responding Western Spur" He hangs it back on its hook with a distinct click.
He pulls out onto the road, it amazed me how it was already plowed. We must have gotten over two feet up here the night before.
He pulls onto the main road and floors the truck, shifting gears with such a fluid motion.
"I got somebody fixing your truck" he says distantly after rounding a turn, the rear end of the flat bed truck sliding a bit on the snow.
"How much?" I ask over the roar of the diesel as Nick passes a car in oncoming traffic.
He waves his hand up "Nothing, on the house." he gives a short half smile, before returning to the task at hand.
I didn't argue.
The roads are winding and beautiful, but at this speed they are horrifying. But I feel safe with Nick driving. I sneakily reach over and grab my seat belt.
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We arrive on scene, it was horrid.
A tractor trailer was hanging off the side of this cliff. A Subaru was lodged under the trailer, its roof peeled back like a can of tuna.
"Holy shit" I say audibly as I cover my mouth.
Nick stays quiet. He weaves around the maze of ambulances and police cruisers.
A voice comes through the radio "662 are you on scene?"
He grabs the microphone
"On scene" he says slowing the truck a stop.
"Alright the fuzz just told us to stay back and hold tight till they get the drivers out"
"Received" he says as he lets the mic dangle from the radio mounted overhead.
This has to be the worst accident I've ever seen. They are pulling the driver of the Subaru out of the mangled car though a hole they cut in the back hatch. A gurney is waiting as police and paramedics stand by. I hear the other tow trucks call on the radio that they are on scene as well.
The body pulled from the Subaru is an older woman. They haul her away in a ambulance. She was covered in blood.
"Looks like the big rig hit the ice and jackknifed, the Subaru was coming the other direction, couldn't stop, boom." Nick spoke, glaring through the slightly frosted windshield. His eyes were wide, he wiped the fog from his glasses.
"Is she alive?" I cant help but ask.
"I don't know" Nick answers honestly.
As the emergency personal began to clear, he grabs the microphone
"Let's get it open" he hangs it up, and pushes the shifter into gear.
He knew his job without even being told.
He backed up to the crushed Subaru and set the brakes.
"Anybody calls for 662, get on the radio, answer." he said firmly. I shook my head as my eyes followed him as he grabbed a big hook and chain and started working to get the Subaru freed from under the big rig.
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What I Left Behind (boyxboy)
Teen Fiction[COMPLETED] Flynn, 22, leaves his home in the city and heads north; He finds the boy he left back in high school, the one who haunted him for years. Nick Nolan. Picking up where they left off all those years ago; things seem happy and life seem...
