At some point, he must have dozed off, but woke with a start. A pregnant lady with a little boy was spreading out a blanket where Abbie had been. Sitting up, he could see her walking towards the boardwalk that went to the street. Jumping up, he grabbed his pack, towels, and shoes and ran to catch up, shoving things into his pack as he walked. Once he was on the boardwalk, Justin’s eyes searched for her and saw her crossing the street towards a blue compact car.
“Abbie! Abbie!” He called out as he ran across the street without even looking for traffic. At midday, beach-going tourists and locals were coming and going. Horns blared. Brakes screeched. Justin looked back at a black SUV that had to stop suddenly to miss him. Still running, he did not see the red convertible speeding towards him. Its driver was busy chatting on her cell phone. Finally seeing him, she screamed and hit the brakes. As the car struck him, Justin was thrown on to the street. Fortunately, his backpack kept his head from hitting the pavement. His right leg was not so lucky.
“Are you crazy?” Abbie came running. “Are you trying to kill yourself?” Justin sat up and started to stand, but felt a flash of pain when he tried get up. A policeman ran up to them. “Let’s get you out of the road. Can you walk?”
“I think my leg is broken.” Justin said as he tried to stand.
“We need help. Jerry?” He motioned for someone he knew to help. “Let’s get his shoulders and make a chair with our arms. Miss, can you support his leg?”
“Put him in my car. I’ll take him to the hospital.” Abbie suggested. “Where is the closest hospital?”