Couldn't you have gotten a bloody moose

                                        

                                              
"Jill?" I could hear Chase's voice faintly.
                              
Slowly everything returned to me. My conversation with Tobin. The look in his eyes right before he got in the car.
                              
The car.
                              
He had run me over? That little bitch.
                              
I groaned a little when I tried to open my eyes.
                              
Chase was looking at me, his eyes filled with concern.
                              
"You're awake! How are you feeling?" He asked when he noticed I had opened my eyes.
                              
"Tobin..." I croaked.
                              
"We don't need to talk about that right now. Are you hurt?" Chase pushed a few strands of my hair behind my ear. I slowly got up. Lying on the concrete wasn't that pleasant.
                              
"He hit me with his car." I said incredulously.
                              
"I know. How's your head?"
                              
"Who even does that!" I started to get fed up.
                              
"Jill, please just tell me if you're in pain."
                              
"He fucking ran me over with his car! That's just rude!" That son of a poodle!
                              
"I guess you're fine." Chase sighed.
                              
"I'm not fine. I'm pissed!" A sharp pain went through my head when I shouted. I hissed and brought my hand to the place where it hurt.
                              
"Okay, maybe my head hurts a little." I said, feeling defeated.
                              
Chase chuckled.
                              
"You can rant all you want later. Now let me be a good boyfriend and tell me where it hurts." Chase said as if he was talking to a child.
                              
I sighed and started to focus on my body. I guess I'd had too much adrenaline in my system to actually feel the pain. Now that I was focusing on it I really didn't feel that great.
                              
My ribs felt a little sensitive so I raised my shirt to see if it was bruised.
                              
I gasped when I saw a big bruise on my lower ribs. It was already getting pretty dark blue and purple. With a nice hint of yellow. It looked like a freaking painting.
                              
"I guess my ribs hurt." I stated as if it wasn't obvious enough.
                              
Chase held his hand above the bruise. "May I?" He asked carefully. I nodded.
                              
His cold hands touched my bruise very gently. It actually felt nice. Then he started pushing lightly on the bruise. Yep, that definitely hurt.
                              
"Sorry. They're not broken though, only bruised." Chase said after pulling my shirt back down.
                              
"Nothing ice can't solve then." I added.
                              
"What about your head? It might be a concussion." Chase took my hand and guided me to the car.
                              
"I can still remember everything, no dizziness or nausea. I'll be fine." I shrugged.
                              
Right before I got into the car Chase engulfed me in a big hug.
                              
"You had me worried there. I couldn't see that well but at some points Tobin looked like he was ready to murder you and then when I saw the car coming your way... Fuck. I'm glad he didn't hit you that hard." Chase hadn't let me go yet and I didn't mind. It was nice to feel safe again and for the first time today I started to relax.
                              
"You said fuck." I laughed.
                              
"Hmm?" Chase took a step back so he could see my expression.
                              
"You said fuck. It's weird." I giggled. Okay, maybe I needed some medical attention. Jill doesn't giggle.