Travis knew there was something a little odd about his girlfriend, Sara. "What do you mean you don't remember what just happened?" She was laying in the street blood was seeping out of her nose.

"I was standing, and then-" Sara blacked out.

"Beautiful." Travis said picking her up by her shoulders and dragging her with great care to the sidewalk. He had a tendency of attracting women that were accident prone. It was not that he was attracted to them, but that will be more obvious later.

A crowd was forming as people were trying to figure out why a girl was being carried, unconscious, off of a main street in Headen, Ohio. The population was barely in to the quadruple digits as of last week. There were a few farms, but most of the houses just had obscure property lines that stacked the houses against Lake Eerie on the North side of town and put them on a large grid on the South.

"Is she alright?" Sheriff Wallace asked. In Headen, even though most of the people have lived there all their lives, they cannot remember that his first name is Dwight.

"She's fine Wally. She just fell." Travis knew it was a lie. She was face up when he saw her on the road.

"Are you sure?" The Sheriff was concentrating enough to cause a vein to shift on his forehead. "She looks pretty out cold."

"She'll live. She's been through worse." If only Travis knew what Sara had been through in her life, but even she did not understand the troubles that she had dealt with when in the orphanage.

"It doesn't seem like anything's broke." Wally said taking a closer look.

"I got her." Travis said with a false sense of calm. "The doc is only a block from here."

He was fortunate that she crashed on the outskirts of town because the hospital is in the neighboring town of Painesville. He would only have to carry her a bit West. The hospital was not grand by any scale, but had the same technology as any other hospital in the country. "You need a ride?"

Travis stopped. "Never killed anyone to ride in a car." That statement is not in full a truth, but Travis will live through this car ride.

"Hop in, she can ride shotgun."

He could not decide what would have been worse, transporting a giant rag doll, or a rigor mortis, decomposing corpse that reeked of death and feces. But for the time being he had a five seven young woman that he needed to get in a car, that seemed difficult enough for now.

After many choice words, Travis was able to fit Sara (although by nature a skinny girl,) in the front seat of the Sheriff's SUV. "There we go." Wally said in a bored voice.

"It's not-" Travis stopped himself before he could say anything that would require him to take Sara out of the car. "Thanks for the ride Wally."

"So, how's the family?" Wally asked while starting the engine.

"My dad hates commuting to Cleveland to work."

"Does he like his job?"

"Nah, medical research bores him to death; he's just good at it." His dad enjoys golfing and bowling, but he did not turn pro on either of those hobbies.

Sara coughed in the front seat. "No! Don't touch me!" She started clawing at the window in front of her. Travis touched her shoulder in an attempt to calm her, with the opposite effect. "Get off of me! You can't use me like this!" Sara punched Wally square in the jaw.

Wally had to struggle to keep the car from running in to the tree in front of the parking space he was pulling in to. "What's going on with her?"

"You have as good idea as I." Travis said trying to figure how to get a girl out of a car that doesn't want to be touched. "Sara, it's me, Travis."

"No! No…no." Sara stopped. "Where am I?"

"St. Lucile's hospital."

"Why?"

"Because you have blood all over your clothes and I didn't want to pay for dry cleaning." Travis said bitterly. He did a double take and realized that Sara's leg was severely broken. "Wait!"

Sara stepped out of the car collapsing on her leg she thought was fine. "What the f-?" She yelled

"You broke your leg."

"How?"

"You tell me!" Travis yelled frustrated at her. "We go to the bank and next thing I know you're laying on the street!"

Sara started sobbing. "I don't know what happened." She was still laying face down on the asphalt. "No if you don't mind, I'd like to get some morphine right about now."

Wally looked like he was going to say something and was looking at Travis for approval. Travis shook his head and said softly, "Not now." With that he lifted Sara off of the ground and carefully carried her in to the emergency room.