"For fuck's sake, Casper...Simon!" Pierce called after the bloodied Olympic track star who just took off from his car. If it had been moving and the kid jumped out, Pierce would have seriously feared for his sanity. "You're bleeding all over the place, get back in the fucking car!"
He was quick and spry for his age, not to mention Simon was about to pass out, so Pierce ran around and yanked the boy back into the car. "It's fine...we're fine! It's calm. Everything's calm." With a huff, he slammed the car door - and put the child locks on, thanks - then peeled out of the parking lot with Simon back in the passenger seat. If he had let the kid run off and Olivia showed up at the hospital, not knowing where Casper was, that would have upset her greatly. And Pierce did not want to upset Olivia.
"I put the child locks on, so don't try anything funny like rolling out at a red light," he grumbled, speeding down the street and cutting off a few irritated drivers. Hey hey!