i've got a double eye twitch. seems like a good time to write a quick lil something.
His hands are shaking so much that he can't properly grip the lighter, let alone get his fingers to complete the complicated action of actually flicking it to produce the flame. He curses -- it comes out airy and shaky -- as a water droplet rolls down his forehead from the hair matted to his forehead with mud. He focuses on the sound of the rain and not on the muffled shouting of the paramedics working diligently on the victim. He tries the lighter again and drops it. "I got it." Raylan's voice comes out as a grunt as he bends down in front of the Town Car's open passenger door to retrieve it. "Let me." He flicks the flint easily, producing a flame on the first try. Tim doesn't say anything as Raylan lights the cigarette that's hanging loosely in his lips, but once he's greeted by the sweet and sickly taste, he inhales it immediately, letting the smoke sit in his throat before he breathes it deeper into his lungs and out in a shaky exhale. "That was stupid," Raylan says, leaning against the frame of the car before he reaches out to fix the wool blanket that had been draped over Tim's shoulders, "you oughta let the medics look you over." "I'm fine," Tim says in a voice that definitely doesn't convey he's anywhere close to fine, "the kid?" "Think they've done all they can. Looks like they're gearing up to head to the hospital." Raylan's looking in the direction of the ambulance. Tim blows out another shaky exhale in response. His whole body won't stop shaking. "Can't say I'd reccomend jumping nearly 12 feet from a bridge into a river in January, Tim." "Noted." Tim snorts and coughs up a some river water onto his boots. "We should get you out of those wet clothes before you catch hypothermia or whatever." "Mm." Tim tosses the half finished cigarette into the damp earth beneath his feet and sniffs. They'd been in the area when the Amber Alert went out that some asshole decided to kidnap his 8 year old son and they encountered the shitty pick up truck that held both the asshole and the kid. They pursued until the truck barrelled into the bridge barrier and crashed hood first into the river. Tim didn't hesitate to jump in after it despite the height and the cold. The water was murky -- almost black -- and it took Tim a little too long to locate the boy and free him from the wreckage. Raylan knew the kid was gone the moment Tim stumbled to the river's edge with the limp boy in his arms, but he helped Tim with CPR until the medics arrived. "I'm gonna take you home." Raylan decides and Tim just blinks away another muddy water droplet from his eye.
