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Authors: N.D. Iverson
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at the thought.
My attention flew to the busted door when it groaned from added weight. The other stranger was standing on it. He took in the scene with a passive face, his eyes landing on his fallen comrade and my retreating form. Now what do I do?
“Bailey, are you okay?” The bedroom door inched open and my heart leaped into my throat.
The man watched Chloe appear in the bedroom doorway, and I screamed as loud as I could, getting to my feet, “RUN!”
The man sprinted toward the bedroom as the door slammed shut. In my fear-addled state, I managed to rip the needle from the chest of the man on the floor. He groaned and blood gushed from the wound, the needle no longer clogging the hole. I ran for the other man; my only concern was to stop him from getting to Chloe.
I tackled him with all the force I could create, swiping at his face with the bloody needle. He was far stronger than I was and shoved me back, flinging me to the small kitchen floor. I slid back until my head connected with a hard corner. Dots of light and blackness coated my vision.
He stepped toward me, then must have thought differently, because he went back to the bedroom door. I tried to call out but my voice wasn’t working. My consciousness wavered, darkness cascading over my eyes. The last thing I heard was a scream before I drowned in blackness.
Chapter 9
It was weird. I was having an out of body experience or I was dreaming. Others talked around me, but I couldn’t move or talk. The voices sounded like Roy and Elaine, but I wasn’t sure. My brain wasn’t processing properly. Everything was jumbled.
“… do with him?”
“Shot him …”
“Concussion …”
“… where’s Tim?”
At that, I forced myself out of whatever state I was in. My fingers twitched at my command. My consciousness became clearer. I could sense light all around me.
“She’s waking up. Pass me that!” the female voice demanded.
Hands gripped my arm.
“Bailey?” a male voice asked.
“Wha—?” My mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton.
“Don’t speak,” the female voice said.
My eyelids opened like a blind being yanked up on a window. The light burned my eyes, and I snapped them shut. Nausea rolled over me in a fierce wave. I turned and heaved.
“Here!” Someone passed me a pail-shaped item.
My arms wrapped around it as my stomach emptied its contents. Tears stung my eyes from the force of my heaving and my headed throbbed like an open wound. Thud, thud, thud. My head pounded in an increasing tempo. More nausea and more vomiting until my stomach was completely devoid of its contents. I could finally breathe now that the retching and rolling in my stomach had subsided.
I cracked my eyelids open. Two concerned faces, Elaine’s and Roy’s, were staring intently at me.
“Chloe?” I croaked.
“Chloe’s fine. She’s in the common room with Amanda,” Roy said.
My body sagged in relief.
“Do you know where you are?” Elaine asked, her voice as clinical as her office.
“Your office,” I answered.
I’d spotted the desk behind them and the cabinet against the wall. She must be evaluating my head injury.
“Good. Do you know what happened to you?”
I swallowed, my mouth tasting like battery acid. “My head hit something—hard.”
“Yes, you have a concussion. Do you remember being attacked?” Elaine asked softly.
“Yes, two men. I got one and was the other threw me.”
“Are you still feeling nauseous?”
“No.”
She took the garbage can from me.
“I want you to rest for a little while longer, then you can get up, as long as you take it slow,” she instructed.
I obeyed and lay back down. “Can I have some water?”
Elaine moved to her desk and came back with a water bottle with a straw in it. “Sips only.”
She allowed me to hold the bottle as I took small drinks. The water helped to wash away the acrid taste in my mouth and sooth my burning throat.
“What happened to the other man? Did he get to
My attention flew to the busted door when it groaned from added weight. The other stranger was standing on it. He took in the scene with a passive face, his eyes landing on his fallen comrade and my retreating form. Now what do I do?
“Bailey, are you okay?” The bedroom door inched open and my heart leaped into my throat.
The man watched Chloe appear in the bedroom doorway, and I screamed as loud as I could, getting to my feet, “RUN!”
The man sprinted toward the bedroom as the door slammed shut. In my fear-addled state, I managed to rip the needle from the chest of the man on the floor. He groaned and blood gushed from the wound, the needle no longer clogging the hole. I ran for the other man; my only concern was to stop him from getting to Chloe.
I tackled him with all the force I could create, swiping at his face with the bloody needle. He was far stronger than I was and shoved me back, flinging me to the small kitchen floor. I slid back until my head connected with a hard corner. Dots of light and blackness coated my vision.
He stepped toward me, then must have thought differently, because he went back to the bedroom door. I tried to call out but my voice wasn’t working. My consciousness wavered, darkness cascading over my eyes. The last thing I heard was a scream before I drowned in blackness.
Chapter 9
It was weird. I was having an out of body experience or I was dreaming. Others talked around me, but I couldn’t move or talk. The voices sounded like Roy and Elaine, but I wasn’t sure. My brain wasn’t processing properly. Everything was jumbled.
“… do with him?”
“Shot him …”
“Concussion …”
“… where’s Tim?”
At that, I forced myself out of whatever state I was in. My fingers twitched at my command. My consciousness became clearer. I could sense light all around me.
“She’s waking up. Pass me that!” the female voice demanded.
Hands gripped my arm.
“Bailey?” a male voice asked.
“Wha—?” My mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton.
“Don’t speak,” the female voice said.
My eyelids opened like a blind being yanked up on a window. The light burned my eyes, and I snapped them shut. Nausea rolled over me in a fierce wave. I turned and heaved.
“Here!” Someone passed me a pail-shaped item.
My arms wrapped around it as my stomach emptied its contents. Tears stung my eyes from the force of my heaving and my headed throbbed like an open wound. Thud, thud, thud. My head pounded in an increasing tempo. More nausea and more vomiting until my stomach was completely devoid of its contents. I could finally breathe now that the retching and rolling in my stomach had subsided.
I cracked my eyelids open. Two concerned faces, Elaine’s and Roy’s, were staring intently at me.
“Chloe?” I croaked.
“Chloe’s fine. She’s in the common room with Amanda,” Roy said.
My body sagged in relief.
“Do you know where you are?” Elaine asked, her voice as clinical as her office.
“Your office,” I answered.
I’d spotted the desk behind them and the cabinet against the wall. She must be evaluating my head injury.
“Good. Do you know what happened to you?”
I swallowed, my mouth tasting like battery acid. “My head hit something—hard.”
“Yes, you have a concussion. Do you remember being attacked?” Elaine asked softly.
“Yes, two men. I got one and was the other threw me.”
“Are you still feeling nauseous?”
“No.”
She took the garbage can from me.
“I want you to rest for a little while longer, then you can get up, as long as you take it slow,” she instructed.
I obeyed and lay back down. “Can I have some water?”
Elaine moved to her desk and came back with a water bottle with a straw in it. “Sips only.”
She allowed me to hold the bottle as I took small drinks. The water helped to wash away the acrid taste in my mouth and sooth my burning throat.
“What happened to the other man? Did he get to
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