ACK I AM A FAILBOAT
Anthony usually obeyed all the traffic laws, carefully following the speed limit and being a safe driver. Today, however, he did none of those things. He drove at breakneck speed around corners, barely stopped at red lights, and it was probably a miracle he didn't get at least three citations.
Finally arriving at the address he'd given Patrick, he barely shut the car off before jumping out and hurrying down the alley. Even from a distance, he knew Joey looked terrible, having gotten a brief, up close snapshot of his injuries once he'd located him. "Oh my God," he said softly, kneeling down beside the pair. "Is the ambulance on its way?"