Shane pulled up in front of the public library and let go of the wheel to slip the truck into neutral with her left hand. She pulled the emergency brake and collapsed forward on the steering wheel. She remained still as she heard the passenger door open and felt the car shift as Dash climbed in. The door slammed and she let out a groan as the pressure from the slamming door vibrated through her cast and foot.

Dash: Shane you okay?

Shane nodded while her head remained resting on her cast that sat on the steering wheel. Dash grabbed her shoulder and pushed her back.

Dash: ***** man you look worse then I do….we need to…

Shane: Say doctor or hospital and Ill push you out the truck myself.

Dash: Uhm…I was gonna say Van.

Shane: Oh *****!

Dash: What?

Shane: Quick call Van on my cell and tell him where we are and what happened and tell him were on our way.

Shane put the truck into first gear and started to pull out but the truck stalled. She tried again and failed causing her to snap. She slammed the heel of her left hand into the steering wheel and let out a primal groan. Dash hung up the phone and watched her with a bewildered look on her face.

Dash: He said its okay and just hurry….and he said he doesnt have any medicine or supplies to help out…whats going on he was really cryptic.

Shane turned her head to face Dash.

Shane: Im gonna need your help.

Dash: With what?

Shane: Im about to drag you into something that will probably ***** you up in the head more than you already are…youre gonna hate me and Van and Father Joe….or youll understand and try to help, but by then youll realize nothing can help the situation.

Dash: Again with the cryptic *****….you guys are like the same person I swear.

Shane rolled her eyes and sunk back in her seat.

Dash: Im game….what do you need me to do.

Shane: First…we need to get to St Judes and I cant drive anymore.

Dash: Okay but I dont think I can hail a cab theres not much traffic on this street.

Shane: I dont have my wallet or any money on me anyway…..

Dash: So then how…

Shane: Youre gonna have to drive.

Shane slowly turned towards Dash to see an evil genius grin on her face, and immediately regretted coming up with the idea in the first place. Shane closed her eyes and cursed herself silently. When she opened them Dash was gone and the door was left open. She turned to her own door to see Dash standing next to her beaming up from the street while holding the door open in anticipation. Dash climbed up and helps push Shane over as she half scooted, half collapsed into the passenger seat. She reached over and pulled the door shut with her left hand and laid back with her head tilted towards Dash.

Shane: Okay you ever driven before?

Dash: Yeah but never stick.

Shane: It gets easy once you understand it. Okay the clutch over there…

Shane pointed to the clutch and started explaining the finer points of driving as quickly as she could.

Dash: Yeah, Yeah I get it…alright lets go.

Dash pulled down the street and the Harley Davidson Edition truck jerked violently as it stalled out. Shane rubbed her neck from the rubbernecking, and looked over at Dash whos face was pale with embarrassment. Dash reached up for her seatbelt.

Dash: Seatbelts on!

Shane: Oh now you want to take your time huh?

Dash: Seatbelts…cause all race care drivers wear them!

Shane face went pale and her jaw dropped as Dash rubbernecked the truck down the street.

Shane: Okay heres the only thing I can tell you….work the clutch….like youre working a woman. You gotta listen to the truck…shell tell you when to let up and when to punch it…and if you cant decided, just check to see if shes redlining.

Dash looked at Shane like she was crazy.

Shane: Oh god, I cant believe I gave up the bullet!