Chapter 11
First my vision started to come back, but something wasn't as I remembered. Instead of looking at blood smeared tile. I was looking into what seemed to be a bright light, which my eyes did not find to pleasing. I started to reflexively squint against the light, but that movement caused pain to shoot across the back of my head. Luckily something moved in between my eyes and the seemingly bright light source blocking it from causing my head anymore pain. With the pain no longer present I tried to speak.
"W-Where am I?" I managed to croak out of my bone dry mouth.
"Do you remember what happened?" The voice, that had a feminine sound to it asked. Instead of answering my question.
"Yeah, I do. Who are you?" I replied with my own question as I started trying to stretch out the kink in my neck. Only to find I wasn't on the ground, but the upper half of my body was in someone else's lap.
"You don't remember?" She asked questioningly.
"Well, I obviously wouldn't ask if I knew." I replied as my eyesight adjusted to the lighting. Finally able to see I looked to the person, who was talking to me.
"Well, if you don't remember me then you obviously don't remember all of what happened." She replied matter-of-factly.
"You do have a point, so am I still at the CandyBar, or am I somewhere else?" I replied. Then my eyes finally let me know, who was holding me. Once I knew I almost immediately started to sweat profusely. It was the young woman, who I had risked everything to make sure was safe.
"You're still at the CandyBar, but an ambulance is on it's way." She answered. Once I was able to think again after being held hostage by her beauty's entrancing abilities. I realized what she had said.
"No I am not going to the hospital." I replied in a serious tone, and started to get up. Not without lots of complaints from my various muscles and joints.
It didn't help either that the woman started to press down on my chest with the palm of her hand. "The only place you're going in this condition is the hospital." She relied with an assertive tone.
"Well you don't seem to get the fact, that I am not going to the hospital for any reason. I don't see the point when my dad built a fully functional operating table back in his lab." I lied through my teeth trying to convince her to let me go.
"Fine you can go to his lab on one condition." She informed me to my surprise.
"Ok what is it?" I asked.
"You have to let me go with you. So I can make sure you are ok." she answered my question.
"Fine, you got yourself a deal. Now can you help me out to my car." I replied.
"You have a car?" she asked.
"I will explain on the way." I answered as I slowly rose to a sitting position. I tried to put weight on my left arm to push myself up, and realized my mistake soon enough. Pain shot outwards from the bullet hole in my shoulder. I fell back to the floor.
"You okay? Why don't I help you up." She asked and suggested worry in her voice.
"That would be helpful." I replied while she stood up, grabbed my right hand in hers, and pulled me up off the floor. With a grunt I was on my feet. I didn't realize how sweaty my hand was until I wiped it on my clothes.
"Can you walk ok?" She asked.
"Yeah I think I can." I answered as I started to limp towards the door of the parlor. For the first time since this whole thing started I actually acknowledged the crowd present. Many people of all ages were huddled back watching the scene unfold in front of them. Out of said crowd came the young woman's brother.
"Why don't I come with you?" Her brother asked.
"We're fine. Why don't you stay and hang-out with your new best friend." The woman replied completely serious once again. Deciding that it was none of my business. I thought it was better to stay out of it.
Once I reached the door I pushed it open, but not without a little bit of a struggle, and started across the lot to my parked red sports car. She followed closely behind, and could not hide her expression of surprise when she could tell what car I was aiming for.
"You have a sports car?" she replied with excitement rising.
"It's not that big of a deal." I replied trying to play it cool. I reached the driver's side door, and opened it, while I slid in the driver's seat I unlocked the passenger seat with the controls present on the door.
She opened the door, and couldn't hide her excitement at seeing the leather interior. "How were you able to afford this?" She asked completely perplexed.
"It was part of what my dad left me." I answered her question. At the reminder of my dad I became somber, and it seemed she noticed.
She looked down realizing what she reminded me of. "Sorry,... I didn't mean to bring that up." She said with a very regretful tone.
I looked up and said "It's ok I shouldn't let it bother me. It is in the past. I can't change it, so why get upset about it." I looked over and she was still looking down. Obviously she was very upset with herself. Trying to change the subject I asked "So what are you going to study at the Neutron Institute?"
The question seemed to cheer her up a little. She looked up and replied "Well I'm going to study Astrophysics. I've always been interested in space." At the end she seemed very excited, and had totally forgotten about what had gotten her sad in the first place.
"I have always kinda been too. Wait, have I asked you your name yet?" I asked, while actually being curious.
"I don't think you have." She replied.
"Well, what is your name?" I asked, while starting up the car to keep my hands from shaking.
"It's Sally, Sally Strych." She answered
With that simple answer my whole world came crashing down, and in that moment I knew that gunman had been right us Neutrons do have the worst luck imaginable.
A/N: Well there is Chapter 11 please review to let me know what your thinking.
