Car Troubles || Matt & Elena
It had been an admittedly long day at the hospital. Elena had only recently started her internship, being hands-on help with mostly the elderly; nothing too exciting yet. Scrubs in hand, she made her way into her old, yellow car, throwing her things into the passenger seat. It was nearing eight in the evening, and there was nothing Elena wanted to do more than get home and take a bath before the snow storm — expected that night — blew in. The hospital was a few miles outside of Pyro, so the roads were even more rough and dark to start with, which was something the New Yorker really had to get used to upon moving from her hometown.
Fifteen minutes into her ride, she heard a hiss of air just before she stopped accelerating. “No no no no,” Elena mumbled, pressing her foot harder down on the gas pedal; it gave a little jump forward before continuing to slow down. The redhead pulled off to the side of the road and climbed out of the Bug, popping open the trunk to reveal the engine. “God, I miss the subway,” She mumbled, running a worried hand through her hair as she looked at the tangles of wires and tubes that meant absolutely nothing to her. It was clear she was stuck until she could find some help, so she pulled out her phone and skimmed through her contacts.
was instructing around this time, it’d be rude to call him out of that. Bradley? Probably knew less about cars than she did. Kyle? Elena had no idea what she’d be up to, and honestly didn’t think she’d be the person to call anyway. The girl let herself skim through her contacts a bit more, her thumb stopping to hover over Matt’s name for a moment before deciding against it. She didn’t really know why, since she knew he probably wouldn’t mind helping her out, but it just seemed like they ended on such a good note the other day, she didn’t want to push anything.
Just as she settled on sending Thierry a text, headlights illuminated her surroundings. “Please don’t be an ax murderer,” Elena sent up a quick prayer before turning around and waving at the car, signalling to her propped up trunk to hopefully wrangle in some help. The car graciously pulled over, much to Elena’s relief, and parked, the headlights blinding her. “Thank you so much,” The woman called out as she saw the figure get out of the driver’s seat, “I’m not sure if there’s much hope for this thing — it’s ancient.”
One arm up to shield herself from the headlights, she squinted to make out a face as the person approached. Matt. Of course, just their luck. Not that Elena was in any position to turn away help, and she really did like Matt, but it just seemed wrong to ask him for car help; she didn’t want to bother or burden him anymore. silent-but-deadly-matt