"Um! They're shooting at us!"

Tasha yelled as she ducked her head down, the sound of gunshots ringing through her ear.

"What is with these guys?!"

Nathan was driving while Rafe was riding shotgun, while in the backseat were Tasha and Sam.

"Open the fucking roof, Nate!" Tasha undid her seatbelt, much to the complaints of her companions. Another bullet hit the windshield, nearly hitting Tasha's shoulder.

"Is that really a good idea?" Rafe asked her as he looked back over his shoulder. Tasha was standing now, shakingly hanging onto the seat in front of her.

"Keep her steady, Nate." Tasha ignored Rafe as she stood through the sunroof, pointing her pistol towards the men shooting at them.

*bang*
*bang*

"Tasha! Hold on!" Nathan yelled at her as they drove down the side of a bumpy hill.

Tasha let out a shriek as she fell onto Sam's lap. "I said keep her steady!" She glared at Nate, resting her hands on Sam's shoulders.

"Usually I'd take a girl to dinner first, Tash." Sam smirked at her, resting his hands on her waist.

"Don't make me shoot your dick off." Tasha moved back to her seat, taking a deep breath.

"Put your seatbelt on." Rafe instructed Tasha, who rolled her eyes in response.

"Oh wow, Rafe Adler cares for my wellbeing! I should be honoured."

"Do you always talk back?"

"You'd be suprised — woah, Nathan, watch out!"

The road ended, sending the car down the side of the rocky hill into a ditch.

Tasha coughed violently as she came to, feeling her head pound as soon as she opened her eyes.

"Everyone alright?!" Nathan called out from the front seat.

"Just peachy!" Rafe replied in frustration. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Tasha was dead silent as she looked out the window that was smashed slightly from her head slamming against it upon initial impact with the ground. Her heart was racing as her legs began to jitter, her hands making quick work of her seatbelt, shoving the car door open. She staggered, pushing the door out of her way as she began to breathe heavily.

"Tasha?! What the hell are you doing?!" Sam called to her as he got out of the car after her, walking over to her.

Tasha was disoriented as the blood fell from the gash in her forehead, her vision blurred and filled with red as she staggered further away from the car. "I— I—"

"Tasha? You need to calm down." Sam took another step towards her, but Tasha just shook her head as she kept her back to him.

"Blood. So much blood..."

Nate and Rafe got out of the car, both looking worriedly towards Tasha and Sam.  "Tasha? Tasha, hey! Calm down!"

"Sam, you're not helping." Nate said as he stepped towards Tasha. "Tasha? C'mon, you should sit down."

"Both of you shut up." Rafe hissed as he pushed past the brothers. "She's having a panic attack! Just give her some space."

Rafe was quiet as he slowly stepped towards Tasha, who had since turned towards the men. They could see the wound on her forehead and the tears falling down her face. "Tasha? I need you to focus on me, alright?"

Tasha let out a shaky breath as Rafe took another step towards her. "I — I—"

"You're alright." Rafe reassured her, slowly reaching his hand out to cup her face. It was an affectionate touch, something he had never done before. His gently touch on her face calmed her instantly, her stormy, confused eyes meeting his. "I got you, okay? I'm here."

Tasha nodded slowly, allowing Rafe to help her to the ground. Once she was sitting, he gently brushed his thumb across the blood that had fallen down her face. "Sam, get me the med kit."

"Got it." Sam said as he rummaged through the car.

"See? I told you, you're alright now." Rafe smiled at Tasha softly as he wiped the tears away from her face. "A pretty girl like you should never need to cry."

This made Tasha laugh sadly, bringing a small surprise looked on Rafe's face. "Always the sweet talker, Rafe." She teased lightly, the smallest hint of a smile on her lips.

"Only for you, darling." Rafe replied quiet enough that only she could hear. Sam handed him the med kit, kneeling down in front of Tasha.

"You gonna be alright, princess?" Sam asked, a worried expression on his face as he gently touched her face.

"I think I'll live." Tasha mumbled with a small giggle.

"Nathan and I are gonna go get her some water. You good to keep an eye on her?" Sam asked Rafe, still not looking away from Tasha.

Rafe nodded as he poured disinfectant on a rag. "Go."

Tasha frowned when she noticed the rag and how it reeked of alcohol. Rafe didn't look too thrilled either as his eyes met hers once more. "I'm not gonna lie, this will hurt."

Surprisingly to him, Tasha shrugged. "I've had worse."

Rafe carefully pressed the rag to her head wound, dabbing gently against it. Tasha let out a shaky breath of pain, squeezing her eyes shut as he cleaned the wound. On a particularly painful area Tasha let out a small whimper, grabbing onto Rafe's free hand for support.

"I know, I'm sorry." Rafe cooed softly, holding her hand tightly in his own as she squeezed it for support. "I got you."

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Some of the worst writing I've done :( but it gets better I swear. Please comment ideas. Writers block sucks