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Authors: Jeannie Rae
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James Meadows. The rest of the team feels the same way as Junior does about the core, that it’s an honor to be a part of it.
“ Junior, get changed,” Rhino commanded, pulling into a handicapped parking spot at the hospital entrance. He slipped a fake blue handicap placard on the rearview mirror and began unbuttoning his black security shirt. “Pants are fine, but this place is too public to wear our shirts.”
A short time later the men exited the vehicle and headed toward the fr ont entrance. Automatic sliding-glass doors opened for them, beneath a large, red sign that read EMERGENCY ROOM. Locating the waiting room immediately to the right, Junior held out his phone, so that he and Rhino could take another look at the photo. They began scanning the packed waiting room looking for Swick.
“ I don't see him,” Junior said.
“ Don't either,” Rhino grumbled.
Junior shot a smile at Rhino, then strode over to the information desk, “Excuse me, our brother, Kyle Swick checked in, not too long ago. Do you know where he is?”
The thin, almost sickly -looking nurse stared at him for a moment, and then began clacking on the keyboard before her.
“ Swick,” she drew out in a raspy voice. “Ah, yes. He was just called back to a bed. The doctor should be in to see him soon.”
“ Can we go back to see him? We’re really worried about him,” Junior asked, winking at the nurse.
“ Yeah, sure,” she said unenthusiastically. “I'll buzz you in Sugar. He is in curtain three. That’s the third curtain on the left.”
The men briskly walked through the double doors. Both still in their black cargo pants and boots, with their utility belts around their waists, concealed beneath their shirts. Junior wore a white button up collared shirt and a plain black baseball cap. A black tee with white skulls and smoke on the front and back hung loosely on Rhino, and a black and white bandana topped his head.
“You look like a biker,” Junior pointed out.
“ I am a biker. These are my normal clothes. You look like a sissy boy, so those must be your normal clothes,” Rhino fired back.
“ Here it is,” Junior said pulling the curtain back, rolling his eyes at Rhino.
The bed inside the curtained area was set to a reclined position, with a frail-looking man atop, gripping a blanket that came up to his lap. Junior looked at the photo of Swick and then back at the man, unsure if he were the same person. The man in the bed lay drenched in sweat, his face cherry red and his pale, dry lips quivering. He looked like a completely different man than in the photo—twenty pounds lighter, fifty percent more grey and maybe ten years older.
“ Kyle, Kyle Swick,” Junior said. The man's glazed over eyes moved in the direction of curtain, but he seemed to not find Junior, as though he’d lost most of his vision.
“ It's him,” Rhino confirmed, touching the hospital bracelet on the patient's wrist a few inches below a nine by four inch, medical bandage. “Let's get him out of here before a doc comes in.”
“ Hell no. I ain't touching that guy, do you see him? Who knows what he has? What happened to his arm? He’s all bandaged up, something’s janky about this,” Junior whispered, shaking his hands out.
“ Junior, who cares? Go get a wheel chair. I saw one about half way down the hall,” Rhino said pulling extra sheets out of the overhead cupboard, beside the bed. “We'll wrap the sheet around him and wheel him out to the truck.”
Swick appeared unaware of the conversation unfolding before him, seeming as if he were under a spell. He gazed off blindly in the distance, his head swaying to and fro, while his mouth gaped open. He made a rattling gasp with every breath that he took, and his body trembled now and again as if he were getting the chills.
“Rhino, man, shouldn't we let the doctors take a look at him first? I mean, look at him. He looks like he's about ten seconds from death,” Junior said.
“ We are on a
“ Junior, get changed,” Rhino commanded, pulling into a handicapped parking spot at the hospital entrance. He slipped a fake blue handicap placard on the rearview mirror and began unbuttoning his black security shirt. “Pants are fine, but this place is too public to wear our shirts.”
A short time later the men exited the vehicle and headed toward the fr ont entrance. Automatic sliding-glass doors opened for them, beneath a large, red sign that read EMERGENCY ROOM. Locating the waiting room immediately to the right, Junior held out his phone, so that he and Rhino could take another look at the photo. They began scanning the packed waiting room looking for Swick.
“ I don't see him,” Junior said.
“ Don't either,” Rhino grumbled.
Junior shot a smile at Rhino, then strode over to the information desk, “Excuse me, our brother, Kyle Swick checked in, not too long ago. Do you know where he is?”
The thin, almost sickly -looking nurse stared at him for a moment, and then began clacking on the keyboard before her.
“ Swick,” she drew out in a raspy voice. “Ah, yes. He was just called back to a bed. The doctor should be in to see him soon.”
“ Can we go back to see him? We’re really worried about him,” Junior asked, winking at the nurse.
“ Yeah, sure,” she said unenthusiastically. “I'll buzz you in Sugar. He is in curtain three. That’s the third curtain on the left.”
The men briskly walked through the double doors. Both still in their black cargo pants and boots, with their utility belts around their waists, concealed beneath their shirts. Junior wore a white button up collared shirt and a plain black baseball cap. A black tee with white skulls and smoke on the front and back hung loosely on Rhino, and a black and white bandana topped his head.
“You look like a biker,” Junior pointed out.
“ I am a biker. These are my normal clothes. You look like a sissy boy, so those must be your normal clothes,” Rhino fired back.
“ Here it is,” Junior said pulling the curtain back, rolling his eyes at Rhino.
The bed inside the curtained area was set to a reclined position, with a frail-looking man atop, gripping a blanket that came up to his lap. Junior looked at the photo of Swick and then back at the man, unsure if he were the same person. The man in the bed lay drenched in sweat, his face cherry red and his pale, dry lips quivering. He looked like a completely different man than in the photo—twenty pounds lighter, fifty percent more grey and maybe ten years older.
“ Kyle, Kyle Swick,” Junior said. The man's glazed over eyes moved in the direction of curtain, but he seemed to not find Junior, as though he’d lost most of his vision.
“ It's him,” Rhino confirmed, touching the hospital bracelet on the patient's wrist a few inches below a nine by four inch, medical bandage. “Let's get him out of here before a doc comes in.”
“ Hell no. I ain't touching that guy, do you see him? Who knows what he has? What happened to his arm? He’s all bandaged up, something’s janky about this,” Junior whispered, shaking his hands out.
“ Junior, who cares? Go get a wheel chair. I saw one about half way down the hall,” Rhino said pulling extra sheets out of the overhead cupboard, beside the bed. “We'll wrap the sheet around him and wheel him out to the truck.”
Swick appeared unaware of the conversation unfolding before him, seeming as if he were under a spell. He gazed off blindly in the distance, his head swaying to and fro, while his mouth gaped open. He made a rattling gasp with every breath that he took, and his body trembled now and again as if he were getting the chills.
“Rhino, man, shouldn't we let the doctors take a look at him first? I mean, look at him. He looks like he's about ten seconds from death,” Junior said.
“ We are on a
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