Father Seraphim slammed on the breaks of the Toyota. He turned the steering wheel as to keep from hitting the poor human lurching in the middle of the road. Aleksandr felt the seatbelt squeeze against his lean body. His eyes shot open when he saw the headlights flash it's beams onto the face of the near victim. 

It was a late reaction from Aleksandr, "Dad! Stop the car!" He yelled at his father, who was already stopping the car. The car slid and barely missed the poor woman stumbling in the middle of the road. Aleksandr quickly unbuckled himself and rushed out of the car.

"Aleksy!" His dad called after him, wanting to be the first out of car in case of a car hitting Aleksandr.

Aleksandr could feel the cold rain drops pressing against his skin. Fortunately, he had his jacket. Yes, his jacket! He quickly took his jacket off and wrapped it around Sylv. He pulled her into the back of the car. Father Seraphim was standing in the rain, now, too. Something made him happy to see his son actually care for another human being aside from himself.

Father Seraphim hopped back in the car roughly around the same time as Aleksandr did.

"She's not responding," Aleksandr said calmly to his father.

"I'll drive her to the hospital. Call Deacon Constantine. Tell him we will not be making it to Vespers to tonight," he handed his flip cellphone to Aleksandr and began turned the car back on, driving towards the city hospital. 

Aleksandr ticked through the phone until he found Deacon Constantine's phone number. He dialed the number and waited for the Deacon to pick up the phone.

"Thank God we left early. This poor girl," Father Seraphim spoke softly as he turned the car around a corner. The hospital was about ten minutes away.

"Hello, yes. I am well. Is this Deacon Constantine? Oh, yes, hello. This is Reader Aleksandr. Father Seraphim and I have an emergency situation and will not be able to make it to Vespers, tonight. Yes, yes. No, we are fine. Okay, just have a Reader's service. Yes, no. I will not be there. Ask Edgar. Thank you. We'll keep you in our prayers, as well. Thank you. Bye. God bless," Aleksandr hung up the cellphone.

"Did Deacon Constantine say it would be fine?"

"Yes," Aleksandr nodded as he spoke.  He turned to look at Sylv. This wasn't s coincidence. He didn't believe in coincidences. He looked back through the front window and watched as the buildings went by them. [@Arista]