She grabbed his hand and bit her lip to stop a shout from escaping her mouth. She leaned on him heavily thankful she didn't have to stand on it anymore.

Peter supported her as much as he could. "If only I could carry you, though I guess you wouldn't let me anyhow" He murmured "How's your arm?"

"Fine, you called a ambulance didn't you?" she heard sirens down the path.

"Yes I did" He nodded, hoping she wasn't going to start yelling at him again. Or try to get away.

She searched his face, and decided not to argue. "Let's go meet them" she grabbed Troubles reins and headed toward her truck and the paramedics.

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Peter was pleased that she didn't resist as he carefully helped Jules hobble over to the parking area. Worried as he was, he honestly kinda enjoyed being so close. Though he didn't suppose the feeling was mutual.

She didn't say anything she hoped this woundn't be weird. She gave Peter a worried look as she did this once before but she wasn't a wake the whole time it happened.

Peter obviously didn't know what happened before and couldn't help wondering if he was the reason she looked so uneasy. Once they reached the paramedics and got her in a wheelchair he backed off a little although he watched with obvious concern. Even if they were barely more than strangers.

She sat nervously looking down and played with her fingers, she moved a inch and grabbed her thigh and winced. She thought omg do I looked scared? Do I look like I might pass out because I think I might. "Oh ouch" she said after coming out of her thoughts and the paramedics looked down at her in concern.