@natehuntington
location: highway 765 en route to Charlotte, NC.
There was no relief in it, not like there should have been. Getting Caleigh out of the contorted, mutilated vehicle and stepping back to let the paramedics take control over her current state should have been met with something far more than the gut-wrenching feeling in the pit of his stomach, but knowing how faint her pulse felt beneath his fingertips was a cause for dire concern and perhaps by now, everyone on scene knew it. Prying open the broken metal with hydraulics a drastic step taken in pushing their luck for time when it came to the woman beloved by the Police Captain, and while it might have been just as heartbreaking had it been anyone in there, something about it being one of their own felt like a looming cloud that nobody wanted to acknowledge as she was strapped to a gurney, Jackson having already radioed out for an airlift by the time he’d found Nate among the onlookers. He could feel the sharp, menial cuts in his skin from the flying slivers of metal that assaulted his skin as they’d cut open the car, one by one objecting against the mix of salt and blood as rain water washed it all away yet still, he didn’t feel as bad as Nate looked. “Tell me you reached him and he’s on his way now.” Something he wouldn’t quite forgive the man for if he’d somehow not managed to get ahold of the other Captain. “You look like fucking hell.” Jackson paused, taking in the extent of Nate’s injuries, “--- You were already out here.” Statement, not a question, “You were in that.. Anyone stopped to check you out yet?”