They were stunned, before accepting her hand.

She got them to their feet, and the two of them started to slowly make their way towards the finish line.

As they were doing so, Darrell looked back and narrowed his eyes, sniffing the air slightly. He could see that someone was speeding towards them, but could tell they were using mana to augment their speed.

As such, they suddenly found themselves tripping in a small pothole in the ground, and faceplanting.

"GO!" Darrell yelled out.

"COME ON, YOU TWO!" he shouted, as the cheers started to build once more.

Darrell was dumbstruck, before nodding.

"R-right." he said.

He then stepped up and let her lean on him, using him for support.

"Let's go." he told her.

b[]"We need to get you home and get you looked at."[/b] he continued.

"Should I call Dr. Calder and get him to do so?" he asked.

"....got it." Darrell responded.

The two of them then made their way to where nobody would see them.

"Where to?" he asked.

"Home." she replied.

The next thing they knew, they were in Sammy's backyard, and Evan had finished playing with Kitt.

And he saw them appear.

"....Sammy!?" he exclaimed.

"Oh geez, what happened!?" he asked.

Evan just sighed.

"Well, fancy that." he said.

"All right, I'll text Uncle Rene." he told her.

He had a bit of a tone to his voice that showed he wasn't surprised, and there was some disappointment to it, but it was more like a 'this is what you get' sort of thing.

As he texted Rene, he looked at her.

"Did you at least win?" he asked her.

"Was all this pain and suffering at least WORTH something?" he asked further.

".........." Evan was silent, her wording not missing him.

"Uh-huh." he said, receiving a text.

"He'll be here, soon." he told her.

"I'll tell him you're out here dying." he finished, before walking away.

"...seems harsh..." Darrell muttered.

And it was... but Sammy knew that this was sometimes Evan's way of being overly concerned for her... while still being at war with his testosterone, and feeling the need to be 'strong'.

"....probably." Darrell replied.

"HEY!" Evan called to them from where he was.

"UNCLE RENE'LL BE HERE IN A COUPLE MINUTES TO SAVE YOUR LIFE!" he called to Sammy.

He then disappeared into the house.

Darrell was about to say something, when they noticed Kitt come sniffing about from inside the house.

"....oh no..." Darrell mumbled.

"Right." Darrell said, before looking to where he wound was... and smelling the blood that looked like it was threatening to soak through her shirt.

He then sighed, and took off his own shirt.

"Here." he said.

"Stuff this over your wound." he told her.

"It's black, so it shouldn't stain." he reasoned.

"And you need SOMETHING to sop up the blood." he went on.

"At least until Rene gets here." he added.

Not much more was said between the two of them, before Rene appeared.

"The hell happened?" he asked.

"40 minute delay before the race." Darrell responded.

"She crashed partway through the race, but... kept going until she crossed the finish line." he added.

"Terrific." Rene growled.

"Samantha." he then addressed Sammy.

"How badly are you hurting right now?" he asked her.

"Great." Rene said.

"WELP. Time to get you outta the woods." he told her.

"Tell me you won, at least." he continued.

"You risked your life to do this, it seems." he went on.

"Tell me this wasn't a complete waste." he continued, unpacking his things.

"...." Darrell was silent, unsure of what to say here.

"....." Rene was silent, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh... huh." he said.

"Right." he muttered.

"Anyway, I'm taking you to the bathroom, where I can have a more sterile environment." he told her.

"You back off." he told Darrell.

"Right." Darrell replied, taking a step back.

"You are going to be out of commission for a while, little lady." he then warned Sammy.