Authors Note: This is my first Plum story and I hope you enjoy. Please review if you would like me to continue. Thanks!
As always I don't own it!
You know those days when you're pretty sure that everything that could go wrong has? And then something else goes wrong? Well I was having one of those days. A skip had stunned me with my own stun gun, I'd been rolled in garbage, I'd lost Grandma Mazur at the mall and then I had lost my purse. Today was not my dad. On my way home I had thought to myself 'well, at least I didn't blow anything up'. I should have stopped while I was ahead.
I had just walked into my apartment and found a bomb. It was a big bomb with a red countdown clock that was scarily close to zero. I grabbed my hamster Rex and high-tailed it out of my apartment. I pulled the fire alarm and started yelling at everyone to get out.
I ran down the stairs and deposited Rex at the Deli across the street and ran back to the building. I had maybe 8 mintues to make sure everyone was else. I told my building sup, Dillon what was going on and he ran door to door with me, making sure everyone was out. We ran to the parking lot. We had about two minutes left as I started across the lot. Dillon was already across the street with the tenants explaining things. I turned around to look at the building and BAM!
I was thrown a good thirty feet across the lot and into the street. I landed on my side and I felt something crunch. My front felt crispy. Shit. I heard Tank before I saw him. I think my eyes were still closed.
"CODE RED! TASTYKAKE IS DOWN! I REPEAT CODE RED, TASTYKAKE IS DOWN!" Tank was bending right over me now. "Stephanie, can you open your eyes?"
I opened them and tried to give tank a reassuring smile but it hurt my cheeks. I felt the air pressure change and all of the sudden Diesel was leaning over me.
"Christ. Steph? Are you okay?" I couldn't seem to move so I blinked yes. His eyes opened wider. "Ok big guy, turn around and pretend you didn't just see this. We'll be at St. Mary's. Tank turned. He didn't want to mess with Diesel. Diesel wasn't human.
Diesel scooped my up and I moaned in pain. I closed my eyes and the air pressure changed again. I opened my eyes and we were at the ER. I knew I was gonna pass out so I decided to try talking again.
"Didja jest pop me here?" My words were slightly slurred.
"Yep." He smiled down at me.
"Howdja know?" I was surprised he understood.
"I get a text message every time you blow something up." I remember nodding.
"Makes sense." And then blackness.
