He grimaced. “I’m just banged up. Nothing broken.”
“You’re bleeding. You’ve got facial lacerations. You need to let me look at them.”
“I’m fine. Scrapes and bruises. I’m more worried about Bart.” He called out, “Bart, are you all right?”
He didn’t answer immediately. “No. I think…my ankle is broken…and maybe my arm. Hurts…like a son of a bitch.” His pain was obvious from the way he pushed the words out as he spoke.
Bart had obviously taken the worst injuries. Sierra began unbuckling so she could help both Connor and Bart. “I’ll be there in a minute,” she said.
“Don’t move. Not yet,” Connor told her.
In the process of unbuckling she asked, “Why not?” She planned to hold on to her seat once she unbuckled so she could let herself down easily. Otherwise she’d land on Connor and that’s the last thing he needed.
“We…could slide,” Bart said. “We’re not…stable. Don’t move,” he said, repeating Connor’s words.
“You need help and so does Connor. Let me help you.”
“Sierra, stay put.” Connor said it through gritted teeth.
For a moment she didn’t move but when the chopper stayed where it had landed, she ignored them both. She finished unbuckling and managed to hold on to the seat enough to break her fall, although she landed on her knee, which hurt like hell. She decided to check on Bart first since his injuries sounded more severe, but she found the first aid kit and handed it to Connor. “I’ll help you get out after I help Bart, but in the meantime, do something about those cuts.” Walking to the pilot was difficult since the helicopter had landed on its side. As she made her way to the front of the chopper she felt it start to slide.
Crap, I should have listened. I knew better.
She grabbed for something to keep herself upright but missed. As she fell she hit her head. A sharp, blinding pain. Then everything went black.
