Losing Grip (#Wattys2015)

Chapter 2~Calling for help

I hung up my phone and held Richard closer to my body. His face was freezing and he had no coat on. The blood was coming from his broken nose and cuts on his face arms and left leg. I lied Richard gently back against the cold brick wall and lied my head on his chest. His heart beat slowly and his breaths were measured. Since the hospital was a way off from where we were and I could not drive and Richard had no keys on him anyway I got up and found a large old towel. I cleaned his wounds and tore the towel to tie around his arms and leg. He stirred very slightly but was still out cold. Then a phone started ringing. I picked up mine only to see the phone was off. I looked at Richard and saw a light in his back pocket. Right steal his keys but not his phone. Must have been a damn nice car. I scooted over to his side and went for the phone. Wait a second; the phone was in his ass pocket. I would have to reach toward his butt. OK. I took a deep breath and pulled the phone out of his pocket. I looked at the screen of the I Phone and saw the picture of a beautiful blonde woman. The caller I.D read ‘Mindy Hammond’ *gulp* his wife. I answered with a very shaky hello. “Um... Hello who is this? Where is Richard is he ok? Oh god did he crash another car?” She sounded more panicked with every word she said. What do I tell her? Your husband is passed out in an alley and I’m lying on his chest listening to his heart beat? No. “No, he didn’t crash again. He… uh... Just went to… the bathroom.” Mindy sighed then laughed a little “Oh is he drinking? He probably is since he ran off to the loo. Why do you have his mobile?” I took a minute to think of an excuse “He left it here with his beer. It was ringing so I picked it up. Sorry.” Just then sirens started wailing. “Hello? Is everything OK? I thought you were in a bar. Where are you!? Who are you? Where is my husband!?” I hung up on Mindy and shut his phone off. I slid it into my pocket and put my head back on his chest. “Help is coming Hammo’ Hold in there a bit longer.”