His wrists burned. Dave opened his eyes slowly, and fleetingly wondered if he was late for work. He soon realized he wasn't in his room, or any other room he could think of. He tried to move his arm, but he was unable. Confused and a little anxious, Dave turned his stare to look at it. His wrist was tied securely to the rail of the gurney. He pulled at it nervously, but it only caused the burning sensation to intensify.
He struggled weakly as he took in his surroundings. He was in a plain, but clean room. There was a twin bed in the corner and a small dresser. A guest room, he concluded. It looked normal enough, but if it was, why was he tied to a gurney?
"Hello?" He called loudly. He heard footsteps approaching the door, and the handle seemed to turn with agonizing sluggishness. A man entered and walked coldly towards him.
Dave looked up at the man's face, and shivered slightly. He knew this man, but he didn't know where he'd seen him. All the same, he could sense that he wasn't there to help him.
~~~
"Security hasn't found anything." Randi reported to Kerry.
"Dammit! Where is he?" Kerry exclaimed. Carter and Jing-Mei leaned against the admit desk and kept silent.
"How could he slip out unnoticed?" Kerry demanded.
"It's possible whoever did this, lured him out somehow." Carter suggested quietly.
The police officer that had first come to interview Dave, returned from his examination of Dave's room.
"The blanket from Dr. Malucci's bed was missing, and the stern clothing may suggest a struggle." He informed Kerry.
"Any idea how he got out?" She asked.
"Someone may have concealed him with the blanket." The policeman answered.
"Is there any missing gurneys?" Jing-Mei interjected suddenly. Kerry turned to her, and then to Randi.
"Randi, get on that." She instructed. Randi nodded and picked up the phone. "How are we supposed to find him?"
~~~
"You were supposed to die." The man almost whispered.
"What?" Dave exclaimed, unsure if he'd heard correctly.
"I couldn't leave you there to identify me." The man continued.
"What? I don't even know you!" Dave shouted, upset. The man seemed genuinely startled.
"You don't remember?" He asked tentatively.
"Remember what?"
The man glared at him, as if to judge his sincerity.
"You're lying." He finally concluded. "You no good bastard. You though you could get away with it. I'll show you. I won't let you get away with murder."
"I've never murdered anybody." Dave answered evenly. This man was psycho. The man's face glared red and his hit Dave square on the cheekbone. Dave recoiled form the sudden, unexpected attack. With his arms tied down, he couldn't defend himself.
"You killed my son. You deserve to die." The man spat. Dave looked up at him, willing to accept that he was totally at this man's mercy. He couldn't be stubborn now. If he wanted to survive, he had to play it safe.
"I'm sorry if I've wronged you in anyway, but my I really do not remember anything you are talking about." Dave said submissively.
Despite Dave's total compliance, the man seemed to grow angrier still.
"My son! You killed my son! Mike Sturgeon, does that ring a bell?" He yelled as his fist connected again with Dave's face.
A/N:
I was in Canada for 3 days, and that is my excuse for not updating sooner. Review and suggest, please!
He struggled weakly as he took in his surroundings. He was in a plain, but clean room. There was a twin bed in the corner and a small dresser. A guest room, he concluded. It looked normal enough, but if it was, why was he tied to a gurney?
"Hello?" He called loudly. He heard footsteps approaching the door, and the handle seemed to turn with agonizing sluggishness. A man entered and walked coldly towards him.
Dave looked up at the man's face, and shivered slightly. He knew this man, but he didn't know where he'd seen him. All the same, he could sense that he wasn't there to help him.
~~~
"Security hasn't found anything." Randi reported to Kerry.
"Dammit! Where is he?" Kerry exclaimed. Carter and Jing-Mei leaned against the admit desk and kept silent.
"How could he slip out unnoticed?" Kerry demanded.
"It's possible whoever did this, lured him out somehow." Carter suggested quietly.
The police officer that had first come to interview Dave, returned from his examination of Dave's room.
"The blanket from Dr. Malucci's bed was missing, and the stern clothing may suggest a struggle." He informed Kerry.
"Any idea how he got out?" She asked.
"Someone may have concealed him with the blanket." The policeman answered.
"Is there any missing gurneys?" Jing-Mei interjected suddenly. Kerry turned to her, and then to Randi.
"Randi, get on that." She instructed. Randi nodded and picked up the phone. "How are we supposed to find him?"
~~~
"You were supposed to die." The man almost whispered.
"What?" Dave exclaimed, unsure if he'd heard correctly.
"I couldn't leave you there to identify me." The man continued.
"What? I don't even know you!" Dave shouted, upset. The man seemed genuinely startled.
"You don't remember?" He asked tentatively.
"Remember what?"
The man glared at him, as if to judge his sincerity.
"You're lying." He finally concluded. "You no good bastard. You though you could get away with it. I'll show you. I won't let you get away with murder."
"I've never murdered anybody." Dave answered evenly. This man was psycho. The man's face glared red and his hit Dave square on the cheekbone. Dave recoiled form the sudden, unexpected attack. With his arms tied down, he couldn't defend himself.
"You killed my son. You deserve to die." The man spat. Dave looked up at him, willing to accept that he was totally at this man's mercy. He couldn't be stubborn now. If he wanted to survive, he had to play it safe.
"I'm sorry if I've wronged you in anyway, but my I really do not remember anything you are talking about." Dave said submissively.
Despite Dave's total compliance, the man seemed to grow angrier still.
"My son! You killed my son! Mike Sturgeon, does that ring a bell?" He yelled as his fist connected again with Dave's face.
A/N:
I was in Canada for 3 days, and that is my excuse for not updating sooner. Review and suggest, please!
