Even as Jeremy was struggling to breath, the tissues in his neck and chest were healing rapidly. A miracle, the doctors had said. Such wounds should have killed him, they also informed Jeremy and his mother. The latter started crying at those words while the formerly just laid there, feeling numb. Th cops hadn't believed him when Jeremy told them about the girl, Brigitte, nor had they believed his claims about the monster. Jeremy couldn't help wondering however, just what had happened to Brigitte. Did she survive? Or was she tore to pieces and lost somewhere in a snow bank like he i almost /i was. It would be days before Jeremy heard anything about Brigitte but he never imagined it would be from her sister.
Strolling in the hospital room like she owned it, Ginger Fitzgerald definitely seemed...off to Jeremy. A feeling that only increased when she started talking about how Brigitte had attacked. His brow wrinkled as Jeremy opened his mouth to explain his attack when Ginger shot an accusation at him that caused the shy librarian to blush.
"No", he answered although he silently admitted that he had hoped to. She was different, pretty, mysterious, and Jeremy was a guy. What was wrong with that? Jeremy didn't say that however because the red head seemed pissed at the very idea. Well, it is her sister, Jeremy's inner voice commented. She's probably just over-protective. Speaking of over-protective, Jeremy glanced at the door. His mother would be back soon, wouldn't she? Maybe he could finally convince her and the police that they should be looking for Brigitte, seeing that her sister was standing right in front of him.
"Did you call the cops?" Jeremy suddenly asked Ginger, startling the red head. "If Brigitte is missing then..." Jeremy trailed off as hazel eyes glared at him. Ginger was looking nervous now as she stood, glancing at the door herself.
"Not much time..", Ginger muttered as she glanced at her watch before leveling her eyes at Jeremy. She stepped forward and then stopped. Halted was a better word as red head seemed confused and unsure of her steps. Jeremy had a bad feeling here, the way she was looking at him.
"Don't hurt me", he suddenly blurted out. "Please, I won't--" Won't what? Why did Jeremy have the strong sense that he was in danger here? Ginger echoed his thoughts.
"Won't what? Tell anyone I was here?" She looked skeptical and a little frightened, not as bold and tough as she had appeared when she entered his room. "Yeah right, like I believe that".
"It's true, I won't. I swear". Jeremy silently pleaded with her to believe him but the look on her face showed that she wasn't convinced.
"You're lying. I can't leave you here to talk..." Ginger looked at her watch again in flustered manner. "This working like I planned. There's no time..."
No time for what? Jeremy wanted to ask that but he wasn't so sure he'd like the answer. Especially with what Ginger said next.
"Get out of the bed, you're coming with me".