The story so far:
My God -- was her luck really this bad?! And was she really such a bitch that the first thing she thought about after hitting another human being was the likely impact it would have on her love life!? She embarrassed herself! In the driving rain, she struggled to hold both the flashlight and maintain her balance as she wobbled over the wet, rough asphalt in her expensive four-inch shoes and knelt over the man she hit to get a better look. The two double-scotches on an empty stomach at O'Neil's now seemed utter madness. The arrogance of it all! Her first husband died in a car wreck because he got behind the wheel wasted. She started to cry. Tears of fear, self-loathing...God, it was him...she'd know that cameo-clean profile anywhere. She'd seen his picture on his father's office desk, bedroom dresser, in his father's wallet...Moreover, she knew that this good-looking son was a beloved, only son -- smart, with a good heart. He wasn't just a pretty face...like his dad, he had substance.
Then he seemed to regain consciousness rather suddenly, which startled Pam and she tripped, falling backwards -- "BAM," right on the 'ole keester. She dropped the torch. She began to cry harder, more from the impact than anything. Actually, part of her brain was already delivering a prayer of thanks that he -- Jasper Danzler, Jr., son of the man she had loved and recently lost -- had not been turned into a handsome turnip, courtesy of herself.
"Wow, what happened? I guess you hit me? I was running across the street and guess I misjudged the distance. Sorry about that. I guess I think I'm faster than I really am." Jasper attempted a smile, but suddenly wretched.
Pam couldn't believe this kid was apologizing for getting hit by her buzzed/pissed-off driving. And she didn't like the way he was vomiting. He probably was concussed. She had to get him to a hospital.
"Yeah, I hit you, hon. I'm so, so sorry. Look -- I'm taking you to the hospital--"
"Hey, I'm okay, really. I'm s'posed to meet --"
"No, I absolutely insist. C'mon, Jasper."
Jasper look nonplussed. "How do you know my name?!"
"Oh, it's a long story...get in my car. On the way to the hospital, call your dad up and say that Pam Nicholson ran you over and to meet us at St. Joseph's."