She was an idiot. The whole thing had gotten so out of control and someone, probably who'd heard the gun fire, had called 911 and now there was some paramedic (they came a lot cuter than she remembered) kneeling down beside her telling her he had her. She had a shard of glass sticking out of her side, she'd been thrown around something fierce by the vengeful spirit she'd been tracking a fucking paramedic was there which meant she'd have to explain how she was beat up, why she had a shotgun filled with salt rounds and just what the hell she was doing in some run down abandoned warehouse on the wrong side of the tracks. This was not okay.
"It's okay, I got it," she tried to convince him and winced as the pain shot through her as she tried, and failed, to get up. Oh yeah, this had all gone wrong somewhere along the line.