Chapter 60
CHAPTER SIXTY
UTTER DOG SHIT
I wake up feeling like utter dog shit. My head is foggy, and I can’t figure out where I am.
I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping my memory comes back.
Then a pretty woman leans over and says, “Oh, good. You’re awake.
Can you rate your pain for me, Sam? Ten being the most painful and one being mild discomfort. ” Ah, I’m in a hospital.
I reply, “Twenty.”
The pretty nurse laughs. “Let me get you something for pain. I’ll be right back.”
“MacKenzie. Can I see MacKenzie? Is she here?” I really need to see her. Make sure she’s okay.
“I’ll see if she’s in the waiting area. Back in a jiff.”
While I wait, I roll my head to the left.
My head is slowly clearing. On my left, I see a few other beds in the room.
Only one is occupied. That guy is totally out of it.
I can see him drooling from here. I roll my head to the right and see a long desk with monitors, computers, and a couple of people in scrubs moving about.
I lift my left arm and see I’ve got an IV in it. Above me is a liter of blood and another pouch with clear fluid running through some big contraption with a numeric display. I remember what happened now. That freaky zombie guy stabbed me. “Fucker,” I growl.
I close my eyes, thinking about the events at MacKenzie’s place.
When I ran to the door, I kicked it open as wide as it would.
When I moved into the opening with my gun drawn, I didn’t see anything.
I ran down the steps and looked right. Just as I was about to sweep left, I felt the sharp pain of something piercing my leg. Goddamn, that hurt.
I kept myself upright and pointed my gun at the asshole. He was on his knees, looking up at me like the lunatic he was. He started to talk in this creepy, raspy voice. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t one of the slut’s men.”
One of the slut’s men? “Get up and put your hands above your head.” When he didn’t move, I shouted, “Now! Move! Or I’ll shoot.”
He smirked at me and yanked that fucking blade out of my leg. That’s when I saw the first gush of blood; I was losing blood at a rapid pace. It makes me a little nauseous, thinking about it.
I held my ground. “I said get up. Put your hands in the air. Now! Or I’ll shoot.”
The freak started to cackle. He was the creepiest motherfucker I’ve ever seen. He started to stand, but I didn’t assume he was going to follow directions. He thought he had the upper hand. He stood and looked at me with a maniacal grin.
“Killing guys isn’t my thing, but I’ll make an exception for you.” He raised the knife and lunged for me. I squeezed the trigger of my Glock and fired off two rounds in rapid succession—head and heart.
He dropped the knife but remained standing for a couple of seconds before crumpling to the ground like a heap of fucked-up asshole.
“Jesus.” I reached back and grabbed the wall near the steps.
I slid down to my ass and looked down at my leg.
I was getting light-headed and feeling weak.
I looked around for something to pack into the wound, but there was nothing to use.
I cleaned her place out, so there was nothing to grab.
“Idiot,” I murmured. I laid my head back and hoped MacKenzie had heard the shots and called it in.
“Sam?”
I open my eyes to see the most beautiful thing in the entire world. “Baby. Are you okay?”
She laughs nervously. “You’re worried about me? Sam, you nearly died. I almost lost you, honey. I need to ask you, are you okay?”
I smile brightly. “I thought you hated me.”
“I did for a second, but I got over it. I decided I love you instead.”
My eyes mist a bit. Must be some dust in the air or something. “You still love me?”
“So much, Sam. So much.” She leans over and gives me a small kiss on the lips. If I had any strength, I’d totally go for more, but this thing kicked my ass.
“Love you…,” I say as I drift back to sleep.