.{Let's Not Lose Touch}.

[Poppy Wilson]

The sun was being slowly drawn to the horizon, casting long shadows from the palm trees on the beach and an orange glow over the sea.
The ambulances came to an abrupt stop on the parking lot of the Tropico Clinic, and Poppy saw the door at the back of the ambulance swing open. Two paramedics grabbed the stretcher and hauled Patricia out of the Ambulance, and extending the wheels, carted her off to the entrance of the Clinic.
The clinic was a pretty looking building; Dark brown in colour, a neat roof, and large glass windows and doors, and surrounded by shrubbery.

One of the paramedics, half running, gestured at Poppy and Jimmy to follow them; Poppy glanced sideways at Jimmy, and increased her pace a bit, entering the clinic.
One of the paramedics let go of the stretcher, and the other carted it off to the unknown; The one that stayed walked over to Poppy and Jimmy, and after scanning them with his eyes during a moments hesitation, he trotted off to the reception desk, and after mumbling a word or two to the secretary, returned to them with a clipboard.

So, can you please tell me in detail what happened?

he took a pen from his shirt pocket, and held it poised over the clipboard.

As soon as we're done you can go.

Poppy didn't say anything; It had only just occured to her that she actually had absolutely no idea what had happened; Jimmy had just run in and alarmed her, and the two of them helped her; The paramedic said that it seemed that she had fallen, and that was too the conclusion she came to.
Unable to answer herself, she looked at her companion.

[Jimmy Montero]

Pilot hopped out of the ambulance, running a hand through his spiky brown hair. He looked up along the height of the building, and turned around as he heard the back door of the ambulance being flung open. He watched two paramedics grab a stretcher and wheel Patricia off towards the clinic, and then went up to Poppy from behind, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Nothin' that beats peaceful days like these, hey?

Pilot grinned at her jokily, and followed the parameds into the clinic, grateful to find himself inside an airconditioned building after spending most of the day meandering around in the blazing heat of the sun.

So, can you please tell me in detail what happened? As soon as we're done you can go.

Pilot looked at the paramedic blankly, his heart skipping a beat. He threw a glance at Poppy, hoping she'd say something, but found her to be looking at him, as if expecting the same. He realized, irritably, that he'd had plenty of time to think of something, but instead he had spent his time smoking and eating.

Well,

Suddenly it dawned. He didn't need a story. He didn't need one at all. The less detail, the more assured he could be that the ordeal wouldn't somehow lead back to him attempting to steal that blessed vehicle. Nobody was going to know what really happened, due to the sweet simple fact that nobody else was there.

I donno, I didn't see what happened. I'd gone to the café for a packet a' smokes and when I came out I saw whatsername, Patricia on the ground. He said with a small shrug, shoving his hands into his pockets, and ended his account of the event there, incase he screwed something up somewhere along the line if he'd decided to carry on talking. Anythin' else? He asked bluntly.

[Poppy Wilson]

I donno, I didn't see what happened. I'd gone to the café for a packet a' smokes and when I came out I saw whatsername, Patricia on the ground.

Poppy looked back at the Paramedic. It was pretty much what she had expected, and there was no reason to think anything other than that. Looking at Jimmy sideways, she couldn't help giving him a smile. The completely won-over, innocent, admiring kind of smile that she had never thought even in her limits of facial expressions, but it was, in all honesty, the least controllable facial expression ever to cross her pale face.
It took her a while to whipe it off too, and when she managed, her eyes slid with difficulty over to the paramedic.

Bah, thought that would be the drift of it.

scribbling furiously on his clipboard, the paramedic clicked his tongue impatiently, and then looked up from his clipboard.

That'll be all, folks, thanks for the info.

Stroking his beard and grunting rather thoughtfully, he went out of sight, leaving Poppy and Jimmy quite alone.
Poppy looked around her; no one was walking towards them, or paying the slightest attention to the two random people standing in the reception room.
Turning around in a small circle, slowly placing her dainty feet from left to right, Poppy seemed desperately, unexplainably confused.
One hand reaching for a lock of her strawberry blonde hair, the other grabbing a handfull of material from the skirt of her pale yellow dress.
She had come to the conclusion, after a fair deal of thought, that there was absolutely no reason in the slightest for her to stay. However, for some reason, the thought of leaving Jimmy distressed her.

In a quick motion, she whipped out a notebook and pen from the blood covered apron she had on.

Heres my phone number,

she told him, and quickly wrote it down.
She tore the page out, handed it over, and, smiling, walked out of the doors.

[Jimmy Montero]

Pilot's gaze dropped onto the ground like a stone after he'd told the paramedic what he had allegedly seen. He slowly turned his head towards Poppy without really realizing, but as soon as he had her in view she looked away at the paramedic again. He sighed softly, and looked at down at the floor, tracing the outline of his reflection in the cold, glistening tiles with his eyes.

Bah, thought that would be the drift of it. That'll be all, folks, thanks for the info.

Pilot looked up at the paramedic, his eyes trailing after the man as he left. After what had seemed like hours, Patricia was finally somebody else's problem, and he was free to go… but he didn't. He glanced over at Poppy again, frowning slightly at the sudden perplexed expression on her face. He reached into his pocket for another cigarette, paused briefly, and eventually dropped the idea with reluctance upon catching the steady glare of a "No Smoking" sign, pinned against the wall behind the reception desk.

Wha's that?

He asked curiously as Poppy retrieved a small object from her bloodied apron, and cocked an eyebrow when he saw it was a notebook. A notebook for what?

Heres my phone number,

Pilot looked down at her as she scribbled the digits down on the sheet of paper. He stared carefully at it for a while after she'd torn the page up handed it to him, and smirked. He looked up as Poppy walked out through the doors of the clinic and out of sight. He bit his lip, grinning. Hastily he folded the bit of paper and stuffing it into the pocket of his jeans, still looking towards the entrance where Poppy had left just a few moments earlier. Pilot laughed, shaking his head, and walked out of the clinic. He casually made his way down the street again, patting the pocket in which Poppy's number lay.

[Poppy Wilson]

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