“I’m fine. I was out of the way getting a tire ready to change when the damned Essex car started rolling forward and plowed over Rupert and Anton.”
“The Essex guys drove over you?”
“No, they weren’t in the car at the time.”
“Then what—never mind. What hospital are you at?” I asked, and made a mental note when he told me. I glanced around frantically, needing to be with Dixon, but knowing I couldn’t take the Flyer out. I covered the phone again and yelled at the crew member to call me a cab before continuing with Dixon. “OK. I’m going to get a taxi and get out to you.”
“I’ll come with you,” Melody said, pulling out her phone to text her parents.
“Melody is coming, too.”
“There’s no reason for either of you to go to that trouble,” he said, exhaustion and despair rich in his voice.
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