Tristan was waiting in the car. He looked at his watch. Sam had gone up too. It should be no problem.
Then he saw Ed come out with a person in his arms. Tristan, who could keep a stiff upper lip in any case, felt his heart skip a beat. He pushed the car door open.
Ed put the person on the back seat and told him, "A little too ugly for my taste."
Indeed, it was horrifying. The person's face was as white as paper, and her left arm layout from her body in a strange direction. He asked, "A dislocation?"
"Looks like it."
"Go to the hospital," Tristan ordered.
Ed hesitated. "Shouldn't we wait for them?"
"What could happen to them? Let's go."
Ed sat up straight, started the engine, and turned the car around, but he heard a voice say from the back: "Stop."
The car stopped. Tristan looked at the person who was curled up and shivered. He pushed back the sweaty hair on her face and said mildly, "Kate. Hold it."
