Dead Rabbit Walking
Drew considered just sprinting at this point as it was only five meters to the exit doors. But he realized he was carrying a nearly dead rabbit and luggage and he was no athlete. Not even close. He decided to give his stomach flu acting a try as it had seemed to work on everyone else quite well.
It didn't work on Bopsy. Yes definitely Bopsy. The guard chastised him, "Sir you shouldn't come to work if you are in that condition. It is not fair to the other workers and is a health hazard."
Apparently Bopsy was not personally scared of such a health hazard, because Drew had turned and coughed on him mimicking retching. He was desperate at this point. He must have actually looked quite sick as he was worried to death about Judy's health. He croaked out that he was fine earlier but it had come on that afternoon. He had turned very pale. He must have looked on death's door but he actually had that pallor from fright. Fear for his and Judy's life. Hard ass Bopsy then resumed pulling him back to the pat down area and right as he leaned down to start to pat down his sides Judy used this moment to gag and vomit. She had stuck her head out the top of his shirt and turn to the side vomiting dark green what he assumed were digested pellets all over his shoulder and Bopsy's head. She made an "URP!" sound just as he was able to frantically push her head back down his shirt and bend over slightly so the bulge in the front of his chest was not so obvious.
Drew spit green goo that had actually gotten into my mouth when Judy spewed forth and Bopsy put his hand up to his head coming away with green goo dripping down his face and shoulders. Apparently Mr. Hardasses breaking point was finally discovered as the guard tried to stop himself from retching putting his palm up to his mouth and grabbed Drew by the shoulders and pushed him toward the exit. Drew wondered if he was going to come after him once he got to the doors as the guard certainly must have spotted Judy and was going to revel in tackling the fraud to the floor and then diving on him with a flying elbow to the head. Drew waited but apparently the guard had headed toward the restroom and the way appeared clear so he slowly walked his way out the doors and into a cool night with the most beautiful breeze he thought he had ever felt in his life.
He didn't waste any time making it to his car, easing himself in so as not to squash Judy into the steering column. He lifted up his puked over shirt. His glorious life saving puke-ridden shirt and undid the straps and carefully placed the little gray bundle into the passenger seat which promptly curled up into a ball. He carefully drove to his temporary residence hotel room. He left Judy in the car and quickly packed everything left in the room in a few minutes and stuffed the trunk. He stopped by the front desk and checked out early. They said the rest of the week was not refundable and he told them it was fine. It was time to burn Mr. Gonzales to the ground and use his backup alias to become Fox Pander. He chuckled to himself thinking Judy would get a kick out of this name and it wasn't even planned, just a happy coincidence. He stopped by an Avis rental kiosk and rented a Chevy Suburban and moved everything out of the old vehicle and into the new. He wanted a tinted SVU so that Judy could sit up and not be seen by other drivers. He carefully moved Judy into the passenger seat of the SUV and locked the doors. He drove the car in Gonzales' name to a nearby nearly empty grocery parking lot and hoofed it back to the SUV. He got in and made sure Judy was breathing okay. She seemed to be resting peacefully. The green puke that saved her life seemed to agree with her as she had a little smile on face even though she was covered in dried green vomit.
He found a good motel twenty kilometers away that B.A.D. had used before because it was clean, had good wifi and internet, and most importantly took cash and didn't ask any questions. He was able to get a room in a back corner where no nosy neighbors would be able to see any packages that might be delivered to the room unless they were standing in the street directly behind the vehicle. He parked and unloaded the car and grabbed a reasonably soft towel from the bathroom and returned to the car and covered Judy with it and carried her into the room and placed her on top of the second bed.
Keeping the towel over her he pulled the puke stained shirt off her and pulled the sheets back and covered her with a sheet and a thin blanket. She seemed to squirm a bit to get comfortable. He took another towel and dampened it with some warm water and a small dab of hand soap and tried to clean the puke off Judy's face and neck as best he could. As he cleaned her she waved her paw a bit in protest but finally he finished and dried the area the best he could with the other half of the towel. It was at this point he noticed that she really did smell. Thinking of how he would smell stuck in a cage with his own excrement for weeks tortured and sliced and diced, he figured she smelled quite good considering, but definitely needed a good bath. But after all the trouble he had gotten into, she was going to have to handle that herself after she woke up.
He then made a list of things he was doing to need and left Judy a note next to her in case she woke up before he returned. He also gave her a burner phone with his number preprogrammed in it as well as in the note he had left. He regretted leaving her in this state but it couldn't be helped. There was so much he needed to do so he gave her another injection of Amoxicillin near the wound and left making sure the door was securely locked and all the curtains drawn. There was a lot of shopping to do and only a couple hours before the stores would be closed.