Fantasy So Night Follows Day by TMaskedWriter

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Troy and Julie Equals knelt on the asphalt of the street where their house was located. Between them, the unconscious body of Contessa Helena de San Finzione lay in the street.

The Ultimados had been pulling the driver out of the car when Julie stopped them, telling them that he was a neighbor from down the street and that it was an honest accident. Helen had run out into the street from between two parked cars and wasn't looking when she tried to tell Capitan Ortega to send Ernst and the helicopter downtown to collect Susan, Rita, and the others. Troy relayed the information to Ortega as Dr. Tenente Paul Maisson came running into the street with his field kit. Troy held Helen's hand and looked down at her.

"Helen, Dearest One, traffic doesn't stop for you in America. Still, I guess there are worse places to be hit by a car than right in front of your doctor."

He let go and stepped aside for Maisson. Maisson had been one of the two Ultimados, along with Velasquez, who'd shot the assassin that stabbed Helen over a month ago. He was also a field medic, and was able to begin treating her wounds immediately, saving Helen's life. He'd applied for his medical license, and Generalissimo Ramirez pulled some strings to get his application fast-tracked through the process that same day, so that Dr. Tenente Maisson could be on her care team at the hospital. After she'd survived, La Contessa had appointed Maisson her personal physician.

"After all," she'd told him at the time. "You've already examined me quite thoroughly."

Maisson looked Helen over, muttering in French. When he saw Troy's curious look, he switched to English.

"No breaks... bruise on the left leg will be enormous. Spine ok to move..." He checked Helen's head. "No other visible injuries, but unconscious. Help me get her off the street, M'sieur Equals."

Troy lifted Helen up in his arms and brought her over to the Greens' lawn. Julie saw what they were doing and grabbed one of the blankets that were laying on the lawn up by the house, bringing it closer to them and spreading it out on the grass for her.

Helen was muttering something none of them could make out under her breath. Troy motioned for Julie to bring the black Prada Arcade bag that Helen usually carried from the street. She got it and ran back, so Troy could rest her head on it, once he'd made certain her airway was clear. Maisson pulled a penlight from his kit and knelt beside her again.

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