I want to look her over and assess any possible damage, but my first priority becomes the man that’s holding her arms to the road, looking up at me with wide eyes and his mouth open with shock.His face is covered in blood. That’s my fucking girl. I jerk him up by the front of his shirt and spin him around, smashing his head into the brick and sending him to the ground like his friend. I rush back over to her and immediately see that her stomach and chest are covered in cuts and bruises as well as Roadburn in some areas. I can see she's had her breath knocked out of her because she's still struggling to get it back. I quickly snatch my jacket off, sit her up, and put it on her, making sure she's entirely covered before lifting her up carefully bridal style. An almost inaudible whimper sounds in her throat and I can see she's fighting to hide her pain.