He groaned and forced his eyes open, grimacing as he tried to move and
managed to fall back and hiss in pain.
The Vampires were gone, having ran after the wreck and thankfully not taking
a bite out of him, and so Philip forced himself to move toward the door and
open it, discovering two things: He was bleeding from the forehead and he
had a dislocated shoulder.
And bloody hell did it hurt now.
He half fell out of what was left of the car and rolled onto his back,
squeezing his eyes closed as he tried to fight a sudden desire to empty the
contents of his stomach into the grass beside him.
"Ugh, moth'r o' God." he groaned as his vision swam.
Just his luck, a concussion.
Kristen:
She hung up the phone, relief washing over her at the knowledge that Derek
knew exactly where everyone had been taken-she wouldn't have been much help
with that.
Kristen couldn't see any of the vampires around the car; they must have
taken off after Philip's escape moves. She did however, see Philip lying on
the grass beside the car. She broke into a run and was by his side in
seconds.
"Philip?" she was a bit hesitant to touch him, not knowing how hurt he
was...
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