#i need more pls
TW: Abuse, Injury
It was a Tuesday night. Nothing special about it, driving in circles waiting for a call to come in. Not that they often at this time, especially so early in the week but it sure did beat sitting at the station waiting.
On about his fourth lap he saw a familiar car parked off the side of the road, almost hidden by the backdrop of the woods. One figure stood up leaning down into the open passenger door. After pulling up beside them he shon his flashlight in their direction and sure enough saw Steve Harrington nearly jump out of his skin but more importantly there was blood on his shirt.
