SPOV
The last thing I remembered was working at Merlottes. I had worked a double and I was exhausted from carrying beer and fried food in addition to trying to block out people's thoughts. My head ached and my new shoes had worn a blister on my right heel. When I opened the back door to hobble to my vehicle, I noticed the pouring rain. Great! My umbrella was in my car.
"Wait, Sook, I'll walk you," Sam offered opening his umbrella. I smiled up at him. I had been working at Merlottes for a little over six months. He was by far the best boss I had ever had.
"Thanks, Sam," I said after climbing in my old car.
"Good night Sookie. Be careful driving home!"
Slowly, I drove toward the farmhouse I shared with my Grandmother. The rain was coming down in sheets! As I neared the bridge where my parents met their death years ago, I began to hydroplane. Shit! Turn in the direction of the skid? Was that what Mr. Thompson, my high school Drivers Ed. instructor, had taught us? I spun and smashed into the guardrail, hitting my head on the steering wheel and feeling a sudden pain in my legs. Blood was running into my eyes and my legs were pinned – and very possibly broken. My car started to lean forward. Jesus H Christ! I tried to move the seat back to release my legs. No luck! I leaned back in my seat as far as possible. I cast around for any sign of help. I didn't locate any minds, just a void racing towards me.
Suddenly, my car was being pulled backwards, away from the edge of the bridge. Relief flooded through me. My savior pulled at the door. He gave it a second tug and ripped the door completely off the hinges. Oh my! Was I being rescued by Superman? He pried the dashboard off my legs and carefully lifted me out of the car. All I could make out about my rescuer was that he was tall and male. The wind and rain whipped his long hair around. He licked my bloody forehead. Ew! He continued licking my face and neck. I really wanted to pull away, but the pain in my head and legs was very distracting. He looked me in the eye and said, "You will relax and let me take care of you." I felt a strange sensation inside my head. Was he trying to hypnotize me? Superman with psychic powers? A Jedi mind trick? When he began flying through the air, I decided relaxing might be the thing to do. Between the shock and pain, I must have passed out.
Ok then... I had been saved from drowning in almost an identical situation as my parents. The man who saved me had super strength and the ability to fly. (How hard had I really hit my head?) He was tall. Was I at his house? My clothes had been soaked and covered in blood – I was very grateful to be clean, dry, and in fresh clothes. How did I get clean? What pervy things did he do after I passed out? That thought made my skin crawl. The void I sensed nearby – he was here in the house! The void wasn't moving. Was he asleep? My head and legs were healed. Had I been unconscious long enough for them to heal? That would have been a really long time. Why would he have left a sandwich for an unconscious person? Did he have some sort of healing magic? Why not? Maybe he was faster than a speeding bullet and able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Or perhaps he was from a galaxy far, far away. My head was really starting to hurt.
I snuggled back under the covers and tried to sleep. Hopefully E could explain everything after dark. I prayed Gran was not too worried about me. I just had to find a phone and let her know I was ok – well, alive anyway. A long while later, I drifted off into a restless sleep.