Just 99 cents
Pulling over to help at the scene of an emergency was the right thing for Dr. Madison Cahil to do.
But if emergency services didn't arrive quickly, he would miss celebrating his anniversary at a swanky restaurant with his lover, Shane. He'd already disappointed the man he loved; now the whole night would be ruined. Not that Shane would make a scene. He'd smile sweetly and declare that it was fine. Madison hated that word. Fine never meant fine when Shane said it. Fine meant fuck off, asshole.
His string of bad luck since leaving the hospital just wasn't quitting. He couldn't believe he'd be the one to have to tell Shane his brother and niece had been involved in an accident, on their anniversary no less.
"I'm a doctor at New Hope. The officer up there sent me down to take a look, see if I could help." A tiny liberty with the truth. But... He stretched up on his toes to peer through the lightly tinted rear window. No child in the car, thank God.
The driver's window was shattered. Using his jacketed elbow he brushed aside broken glass and leaned into the vehicle. This time the cop didn't bother trying to block him, though he still grumbled a bit. Fuck again. The victim was medium height and build, longish blond hair...Caucasian. Just like Hugh. The interior of the car reeked of blood and hot engine oil.
"Emergency services are on the way. Not sure what you can do to help."
Carefully, Madison slid his hand to the neck of the victim. Pulse seemed fairly strong. The sirens of the approaching ambulance were a relief though. He could get out of here and on his way if they showed up, even if he and Shane ended up spending the evening at the emergency room with Hugh instead of at a romantic dinner.
The driver moaned and stirred.
"He's coming around!" Madison called to the policeman. "Hey, sir, can you hear me?" He spoke softly to the injured man, leaning closer to see if he could decipher any response.
The man shifted in his seat and leaned back, turning his head to meet Madison's gaze. Madison's heart stilled and panic rushed in.
The driver wasn't Hugh. It was Shane. No doubt about it. A huge gash on his forehead bled freely; pain fogged his blue eyes. "Oh, baby. Shane? Honey, what happened? Shane..." His training deserted him, and tears gathered in the corners of his eyes before trickling down his cheeks in warm trails. What to do? He wanted to hold Shane, to talk to him, to chastise him for not wearing the god damn seat belt.
"Madison." Shane breathed out in a confused drawl.
"I'm here, baby."
"Sonny." Good, that was a good sign. Shane recognized him. Madison reached out with a trembling hand to push Shane's golden blond hair, darkened with blood, off his forehead, revealing more of the wound.