"What the fuck?" I said in shock as I took in Walt's living room, side arm drawn ready for something to jump out at me. I looked around scanning then room for signs of life, just as I turned to my right I heard a strange sounding coming from behind the sofa. Moving across the room quickly and quietly trying not to disturb anything on the floor. As I drew closer I could see a set of large feet thrashing around as the odd sound I'd heard started again.
"Oh god Walt!" I screamed, holstering my side arm as I fell to my knees next to his naked battered body. The left side of his face was mashed together and closely resembled minced beef. He made a noise which almost sounded like my name and his right eye focused on my face. His jaw looked pushed in and swollen, it was clearly broken. Added to that he was clutching at his side as he attempted to sit up.
I helped him sit up against the wall and asked what had happened.
"Dooo." He tried to say something but I couldn't quite make it out. Again he tried to get up but I pushed him down and grabbed the afghan rug lying on the floor next to him to cover him.
"Walt, I'm going to ring Ruby and get you some help." I told him as I got my phone out of my back pocket.
"Naaa." He gasped out and grabbed my arm. "Dooo." He tried to move again before I realised what he was saying.
"Donna was here with you?" I asked wincing, really hating that it had been my idea for her to say here, to which I got a small head nod.
I jumped up pocketing my phone and drawing my weapon out again. The cabin was quiet, that didn't bode well for Donna I thought to myself as I made my way into the other rooms in the house.
I couldn't find anything, just luggage stacked in the bedroom that was clearly feminine. Moving back into the living room I could see a set of small kitten heels, which unless I was very mistaken weren't Walt's size, but no Donna.
I holstered my weapon again and put a call into Ruby tell her to get Ferg out to Walt's ASAP to process the scene and told her I was taking Walt to the hospital. Her response, once she'd asked for a run down on the situation and more importantly Walt's physical condition, was short and sharp telling me she'd handle everything I'd asked for.
Moving over to Walt as I talked, I made sure he heard me tell Ruby Donna wasn't in the Cabin. If possible his pulverised jaw clenched and he winced, clearly anxious about where she was.
"Walt listen to be" I told him once I'd put my phone down "There's no blood anywhere and no clothes on the floor. Whoever did this to you has taken Donna. "
He tried to get up again on his own, but I told him sit tight while I got him something to wear so he didn't frighten the wildlife. He glared at me for that but I moved quickly, finding an old pair of worn out track pants and a shirt from his wardrobe. Not exactly fashionable but given the bruising all over his torso he'd taken an epic beating and moving to put on jeans would probably have made him pass out again.
As I helped him dress I took in his injuries. He was a mess! With every bruise that I saw, every scrape smeared with old blood and every swollen minced beef resembling piece of his flesh that I counted my anger ticked up a couple more points. By the time I got him in to my truck my anger was verging on pure unadulterated rage.
Sliding into the driver's seat, reminding to keep myself calm for Walt's sake, I looked over at him. He was staring out the window holding himself so still that if it wasn't for the laboured nature of his breathing he would have looked like a statue.