Cedar Creek 
If the last call of the night hadn't been to go to the aid of a guy who had gotten a little irritated from insulin shock then maybe she wouldn't have had taken so long to get him safely to the hospital and just maybe she could have completely beaten the storm home but no. That wasn't how luck worked. By the she had been able to clock out she had heard the warnings from the radio, big nasty was fast approaching but she was stubborn, hungry and her mind was set on digging into the big roast she had sitting in her fridge.

Starting off the roads where clear, dry and perfect for a late ride home so she had left making great time zipping down the highway with minimal traffic to get in the way of her V-strom. She was halfway home when the first drops of rain started to hit the pavement but the temperature dropped and it all turned into shit, Alex cut her speed in half and started to second guess the choice to be out here in the first place but it was too late to do anything about it now.

The snow on the road was starting to turn into a mush but she was so close, maybe 30 minutes away from home sweet home and she was starting to relax just a tad when something moved on the side of the road. Instinctively she hit the breaks and in that moments laps the rear wheel lost traction and slid out sideways with the weight of the bike pulling her down with it, sliding on it's side the front wheel took out a sign post and spun the whole thing around just as it hit the rocks in the ditch.

This was not her ideal end to the night. She wasn't entirely sure just how much time had passed between 'tire slip' and the pain filled wake up call but she was alive and that was a hell of a thing. The wolf in the back of her head was raging at the mere idea of the situation, it wanted out from under the bike NOW and it was taking everything she had to hold that fury back before it got too close to the surface and did more harm the good.

Bryant gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles had gone paper white, and his jaw ached from how tightly he'd been clenching his teeth.

The snowflakes were tiny, but the wind flung them with such speed and ferocity that it was a constant barrage. Driving with the headlights didn't help, and the fact that plenty of the other drivers didn't seem to desire to reduce their speeds at all only served to further worsen the driving conditions. And to top it all off, the person in front of him was driving on a bike. In a blizzard.

It went off the road at just about the time Bryant had been considering pulling the Uhaul over until the storm died down, and that made his decision for him. Carefully, and with some amount of slipping, Bryant pulled over and parked the vehicle. Deciding that there weren't many people who would be stupid enough to try and steal the truck in this condition and that he might possibly have to be driving someone to the nearest hospital, Bryant left it running.

He ducked out into the snow and trudged through the building drifts of snow to where the bike had run off the road. It hadn't gone far, but the landing looked painful. Bryant paused for a moment, assessing, and then continued forward with caution- the rocks were slippery with snow.

"Are you alive?" Bryant called, stumbling the last few steps to the bike.

There was the briefest of moments that she thought it was peculiar that she wasn't overly bothered by the cold, wet mush of snow that seemed to plaster the ground and soon to be collected on the bike. Maybe she was too annoyed by all of this to notice it. Her attention was focused too much on the bike and trying to figure out her next steps that she missed the sound of the truck coming to a slow stop and it was only when he called out that Alex suddenly realized she had company.

The 520lb bike that was currently sitting on her leg wouldn't have been much of an issue for a wolf but a human probably wouldn't be so lucky so she had to quickly lift it just enough to get her leg out just before he got close enough to see what was going on. Hopefully.


Her response was a little vague but her mind was already heavily working on shoving that wolf down and letting her training kick in to help get her ass out of this mess.

"first-aid kit in the left saddle bag."

There was too much wind whipping around for her to realize that her rescuer wasn't down with the beating heart but he still had that 'right time, right place' thing going for him to make up for it.

That response made him surge forward, but the scent carried to him on the whip of the wind was one of disappointment. His body's interest in the prospect of a meal, however, refused to abate nonetheless. Pausing momentarily, Bryant squeezed his hands into fists and flexed his fingers, tried to take a deep breath but it was hard with all the wind.

When he got closer, Bryant noticed the person was out from under the bike. That didn't promise much, except maybe they'd broken a bone instead of smashed it to pieces.

He crouched down by the specified saddle bag, and found and easily removed the first aid kit- only then realizing that the rental probably had one in it somewhere, as well. Wasn't there a rule about that? It seemed like the sort of thing there'd be a rule about.

"How badly are you hurt?" he asked, raising his voice against the wind. "It's going to be hard to dress anything here-" he added, "Can you walk?"

The direction of the gusting wind was still working in his favour but it wasn't going to be a benefit for much longer, at least until he stepped close enough to hand her the kit and at that point the wind direction didn't matter. The cold front that had carried in this storm had it's own sort of 'crisp' scent to it but there was not a chance that it could completely cover up that special little telling thing that a vampire gave off, even when it was a relatively young wolf that was detecting it.

There was a touch of suspicion through her but she wasn't about to reject his presence without a reason, the guy stopped to help and so far he had only done just that. As he handed her the kit she assessed the specifics of the situation to weigh her options and decided that while the weather conditions weren't great, she didn't want to be openly bleeding near a vampire for too long. Temptation and all that.

"Mm, not ideal conditions but I've worked in worse."

As far as how badly she had hurt herself, she wasn't sure yet. The adrenaline was doing a great deal with covering up pain so she needed to get a visual of the most likely issue, her knee.

"knee is probably the worst of it, my gear took the brunt of it."

Thank whatever god that she had invested in protective gear with the highest rating she could find because it had just paid for itself. Opening up her kit she picked up the fabric scissors and then paused and put them back, they'd be bloody useless in getting through the Kevlar woven pants so tending to that properly was going to have to wait. Instead she grabbed the pressure bandage and worked skilfully to wrap her knee, pants and all then looked up at her Mr.hero.

"Putting weight on it's not the best idea, if you do your best impression of a crutch I can make it back up the ditch."

The joke was a good hint to her mindset and until the rush wore off she was going to be fine to wait until she got back into town, at least as long as bitey here stayed friendly that is.

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