Mum called the cops when she came home, and a doctor, and a vet. They were all at my house at the minute, the vet was looking over Banjo, one of the cops was looking around the house for the latex man, one was talking to me, and the doctor was looking over me as I sat on step of the stairs. Mum was somewhere making coffee for herself and everyone else in the house.
When I woke up Tate was gone, probably had to go home to his Mum, and my Mum had walked in the door, took one look at Banjo and called the cops, a doctor, and a vet. That's my Mum for you though, she just knows when you've done something wrong, well, lets face it, a giant bloody hole in Banjo is a little concerning.
"And how did you find Banjo?" The young cop pestered, he was mid twenties, and he seemed like a really nice guy aswell, but I just couldn't be bothered, after everything I was just... annoyed everytime I saw a cop.
"I walked outside after looking around the house for a while and I heard his whimpers. Then, I don't know, a couple of feet away he was on the grass with a giant gash down his side. I carried him inside, grabbed the first-aid kit and stitched him up. After that, I moved him to my bedroom and just fell asleep." The cop nodded and wrote down a few things on his notepad. I wasn't going to bring Tate into this, he hadn't done anything wrong, he was just a friend that was there for me, and repaying him with having a talk to the police wasn't a good present.
"Wait," He said to the notepad before looking at me with an eyebrow raised.
"You carried the wolf in here? By yourself?" I nodded and before I could tell him I was pretty amazed at the fact I did it aswell, the doctor who was checking out my hands budged in.
"It's not an uncommon thing." The female doctor with auburn hair in a tight bun said as she literally poked my palm. I cringed at the pain and she began unwrapping the wound.
"A man in Tucson, a few years back now, suffered from an adrenaline rush as he saw a car hit another boy and pinned him underneath. He lifted the car up and unpinned the boy. I'd say after almost being raped by a man in a latex suit and then finding her dog almost cut in two, the adrenaline was pumping fairly well and fast through her veins." She continued on and I looked at the cop with a 'what she said' look, before he nodded and grinned.
"I suppose lifting a 40 kilo wolf is nothing compared to a car." He mused to himself before looking back at us both.
"After my partner comes back, we'll leave you be." He said as he dug around in his pocket for something. The doctor looked up at me, rolling her eyes at the officers hopelessness before looking at my, now naked, wound.
"If you need us however," The officer began, silencing whatever the doctor was about to say. He pulled out a little remote with a large button on it.
"Press the button, and one of the units will be down here to rescue you." He winked and I smiled. He was nice, just a little disorganised.
"Thank you, officer." I said as I took it from him and he walked away. I chucked it into my jacket pocket before resuming my concerntration on the doctor.
"You dressed the wound well, have you been in a first-aids course before?" I shook my head before answering.
"No, I just learnt it along the way I suppose." She nodded, and took out a few chemicals and placed them on my palm before wrapping it again.
"You're the girl from the news, huh?"
"I have been on the news recently I suppose..." I trailed off after gulping very audibly. I didn't want people to know I was the girl from the news. I wanted to start new, I didn't want reports howling at my door like they had back at my old home, I wanted to go to school like a normal teenage girl, and just get back into the swing of things. That wasn't going to happen if people knew I was here.
"It's alright, I won't tell anyone. I'm just worried about your other injuries, if I should take a look at them?" I hadn't really thought about that. I did have other injuries but, I'd just assumed that they had healed, although, my other doctor did say I should get my back checked regularly.
"Yeah, I suppose." I looked around the room. The young cop was being handed a cup of coffee by my Mum, who was smiling at him, the vet was tending to Banjo, and I hadn't seen the other cop.
"Can we go somewhere else though?" She nodded and we walked into the living room before shutting the doors behind us.
"Have you had any problems lately? Shortness of breath? Joint pain? Anything I should know about?" She said as I made my way over to the couch and sat on it.
"No, I've been fine." She nodded before pulling out a stethoscope out of her bag of tricks and making her way over to me, putting the icy cold metal underneath my shirt.
"Breath in, heavily for me."
I did.
"Again."
I did.
"Again." She said as she moved the cold metal around on my back. I did as she said, the next time that she asked me to breath in heavily. She put the stethoscope away and turned to me.
"Is there anything else you would like me to check?" A frightful image of her putting on rubber gloves and me gulping even louder than before was pictured in my head... That was not going to happen. I'm seriously hope that only happens in the movies.
"If you could check my back, that'd be awesome." She nodded and lifted up my shirt the whole way. She gasped a little, no doubt at the blood soaked gauze on it.
"Is this where the hook-?"
"Yeah." I interrupted before she could say anything else. My time in the cabin got even worse before it got better, and if Harlii wasn't around I would no doubt be dead. See, after MJ had died, we had all talked about escaping, and a few days after that, they had brought Harlii in. She was like me though, wouldn't break, didn't give a fuck about them, wanted them dead. Two days after Harlii arrived and we were talking again, but there was a minor hiccup.
No, they hadn't heard us, and no, someone hadn't told them we were planning on escaping. But, I was their new play-toy, and I was as stubborn as a damn mule. Before they could get me into the room, I had injured one of the men, escaped my chains and injured him more. Unfortunately there were two men, and I had received a butchers hook in my back because of that bastard other man.
The doctor removed the gauze and she gasped again, apparently my flesh was certainly a sight to behold. She spilled some more chemicals on it before placing another gauze on it.
"You should change the bandages regularly, since it's so deep, it wouldn't be good if it got infected." She lowered my top down and packed in her magical objects back into her bag of tricks.
"Is that all?"
"Yupp!" I nodded and walked up, out of the room, the doctor behind me.
Doc talked to Mum for a bit while the cops talked to each other and bid everyone a 'fairwell', I walked over to the vet though, and to my fallen comrade.
"Is he going to be alright?" I asked as I lowered myself onto my knees and patted banjo's blood matted fur. He was still asleep and the vet had put in an IV into his paw, but Banjo had been a sport about it, after I calmed him of course.
"You did a very good job stitching him up." The vet was an older gentleman. Bald head, thick reading glasses plastered on the edge of his nose, aswell as him wearing an old-fashioned suit of sorts. He was bent over Banjo, looking at the quick fix I had done, examining closely, I noticed the way he looked almost impressed. I felt pretty damn proud to be honest.
"I'd say if he was out there another 10 minutes or so, he would not have made it." I nodded along with him as he moved about the fur on my companion to look at the gash.
"I'll have to do them again though, policy I'm afraid." He said looking up from Banjo to me, I nodded along with him, he did this for a living, of course he knew best.
"Besides, I wouldn't want to leave the stitching in, and then find that his lung had been punctured or something." He laughed with little enthusiasm before looking at me seriously.
"I'll have to take him back to the clinic too, get all the sterilised gear, make sure he doesn't get an infection, and that he's knocked out when I search around in there." He pointed to the stomach and I screwed up my nose in disgust at the phrase search around. He wouldn't be bloody searching around inside my companion, he'd be making sure that my hero didn't fucking die.
"I'll come with you, to the clinic, for the surgery." I said as I ran my hands along Banjo's back, he wasn't asleep at the minute, his emerald green eyes looking up at me as the vet prodded at him as he lay on his side. No wonder he gets bitten a lot, I wouldn't appreciate a man prodding my wound either! And there was no way I was letting Banjo go through surgery without me. It may seem silly to some, but I wouldn't let him be alone, he never left me alone when I was scared or hurt, not if he could help it.
That's just the bond we had. Banjo was a part of my family, I would do anything for him, even if people say he's 'just a dog', he isn't. First off, he's a wolf, not a damn dog. Secondly, he saved my life, how many dogs do that? Thirdly, he was so protective over me, never left my side, always made sure I was safe. He wasn't just a dog, or just a wolf, he was family, a faithful companion.
Dogs aren't mans best friend, wolves are.
"You don't need to do that deary-" The old man shook his wrinkly face and I threw up a had dismissing his sentence.
"Yes, I do." I said as I patted Banjo's head again. He did not like being prodded...
"I'll come too." My Mum voiced from behind us as she walked over, gently bending down and patting Banjo's head.
"He's family." Mum said and I smiled up at her, proud.
She may be hungover, but she still had her senses about her.
After the surgery at the vets, Banjo was pretty damn tired. We waited around after it, Mum and I, for half an hour, to take him home. The vet found nothing wrong with him, and just cleaned the wound. Although, my stitching had been fine, he was taking precautions. And, I had to admit, I think Banjo liked my stitching better, atleast he didn't have a giant bald-patch on him when I was done with him.
But, we made it home with our druggy in my lap, snoozing away the pain and discomfort. We arrived back at the house in no time, and Mum helped me carry Banjo to his bed. I really could have used that adrenaline rush then, I never really realised how damn heavy he could be!
Mum was getting organised for her job interview for tomorrow and I was in my room, listening to 'Teenagers' by My Chemical Romance and reading a book. If any song could be my anthem, it would be this one! As I sat on my bed I noticed a foot peeping out from underneath my bed. Not a latex clad foot, a converse clad one.
"Tate, what are you doing here?" I asked the foot, well, not the foot, the owner of said foot. He crawled out the other side of the bed and looked at me solemnly.
"I wanted to check that you were okay."He said as he sat down on the bed, trying to peep at the book I was reading. I moved it away from him, making sure he didn't see the title, but so the pages were still readable by me.
"You suck at hiding." I said with a poke of my tongue and a grin spread across his face.
"Maybe I meant for you to find me." I rolled my eyes at him.
"You keep telling yourself that Tate, it may just come true." I teased before looking down at the pages of my book.
"How's Banjo?"
"Fine, he went to the vets for surgery, and he's a little dopey at the minute, but they didn't seem to cut anything important, so he'll be okay." Tate nodded and looked at my directly.
"That's good, how are you doing though?" I hadn't really thought about me much today. I thought about Mum, Harlii, Banjo, I hadn't taken much notice to me though.
"I'm okay." I said almost dreamily.
"I mean, I haven't really thought about the dude in the suit all day pretty much. And, I've been doing fine so far, you know?" Tate nodded and I placed my right hand on his, squeezing it gently.
"Thanks for staying last night. Between Banjo and everything, I just needed someone to be there." Tate smiled and squeezed my hand back.
"It's fine. I didn't mind being around you at all." He said and I swear to god I went as red as beetroot. Which was weird because I never blush... ever. I looked down at the books pages again. I have never had a fictional boyfriend before, but dear-god, I would take Jon Snow as my fictional boyfriend any day... He just seems so... ooft! And that bastard Joffrey! I'd kill him!
Okay so, I'd only just started reading the books, and I had already finished the TV show, all two seasons... but... I wanted more!
"What are you reading?" Tate asked, interrupting my plans flaying Joffrey.
"A game of thrones." I said casually as I continued to read, he was interrupting the good parts!
"What's it about?"
"It's set back like, a thousand years, but it's in this fictional place. It's got Lord's, kings, dragons, shadow monsters, Warlocks, it's pretty good. I only just started reading it though, I watched the TV show first." I smiled up at him at the last sentence, he scoffed and just rolled his eyes.
"Nerd." He taunted.
"Shut up! What kind of books do you read then, Mr Cool." I know my nickname for him was lame but, he bagged out game of thrones... I love that show/book!
"I read Byron."
"Byron? What the fuck is that?" I asked and Tate jumped off of the bed and went to a bookshelf across the room, grabbed a book, and then chucked it at me, it landing right on my previous book.
"It's poetry." He said as he slumped back on the bed.
"You called me a nerd, and you read poetry?" I asked grinning he shrugged and poked at the poem book.
"You should read it, not that stupid fantasy shit. Broaden your horizon's and learn a thing or two about poems, not about how to slay a fucking warlock." I looked at the book, and back to Tate. I wasn't giving up that easy.
"Okay, here's the deal cowboy. I'll read your pansy ass poems, if you read my nerdy ass book trilogy." Tate groaned in response and I just stepped up my game a little.
"And you have to watch the show, with me." Tate groaned louder and slumped down on the bed.
"Why the hell would I do that?"
"Because, then we'll have something to talk about." Tate rolled his eyes again before I smiled up at him.
"It'd also give us a reason to meet up, and a reason for you to get away from your Mum." I sing-songed to him. That got Tate's attention. He sent a wicked grin my way and he nodded.
"Fine then."
"Any nights you can't do?" I asked, referring to a watching schedule of 'Game of thrones'.
"Nope, I'm pretty much good to be here, all the time." I smiled back at him before chucking my book at him.
"Awesome."
Tim Boyle, that's the story of the adrenaline rush. It is legitimately true, and an adrenaline rush can actually happen to everyday, normal people. There are actually a few cases of people lifting up cars, and even one of a mother fighting a polar bear to save her son and his friend! She even survived wrestling the bear! (after the neighbour shot it 4 times, mind you) Just so you guys know that Haley didn't magically become a body builder or the hulk =P lol. Am I doing an alright job at keeping Tate in character?