Okay, so I didn't think that I was going to be able to get this out, because here I am, writing this chapter up at Pondicherry, dealing with who me and Jenelope(Jelly/Jenell) call the 'epic bitches'. They're not only younger than us, but they act like it. Mumbling about things, mimicking. Me and Jenelope just roll our eyes and flick them off when they're not looking. My iPod, and homework were the only refuge(not counting Jelly. We went sledding, yeah, there was this awesome track, an epic one, and when we went down (twice apiece) she got cut up, and I got what could only be called a concussion from slamming my head on the cold, hard ice, after my sled decided that I needed to go flying. Yeah, ow. Anyway, here is the chapter...Oh, and that 1.5 mile run I had on Friday...it was epic. I got an 'EXCELLENT' score, as it was named on the sheet, of 12 minutes and 55 seconds. It was fun.
I lost internet Tuesday AND Wednesday AND Thursday AND Friday AND Saturday AND Sunday, BEFORE on Monday(January 28th) I was babysitting from a little after I got home, until 9PM, and I was EXAUSTED, so I went to bed early.
Special thanks to those whom have reviewed, I can't name them…so...THANK YOU A BUNCH.
Without further ado...
Chapter 14
My head was pounding, and my body ached, my side mainly, as the drugs attempted to wash themselves out of my system. When Lester and Junior stayed in the room, while Ranger and Steph left to do the paperwork, I sighed, and looked down to the IV that they had left in me, even though the doctor said I could leave. I groaned lightly as the world spun, causing everything to have a slight blur to it. I flopped my head to the pillow, then sat back up a little, looking at the line, taped against my skin.
With a grimace, I peeled the tape off just enough to be able to pull the needle from my skin, sliding smoothly against it as it left me. When it was totally out, I moved to the pads stuck to my chest taking my heart rate. I reached over and clicked off the monitor before ripping the pads off like a band-aid, gritting my teeth in the process. When there was no sign that anything had ever been attached to me, but a dot of blood, and a few circles of slightly sticky feeling skin, I flipped the covers off and swung my legs off the bed, all in one movement.
My feet touched the floor, and I stood, using the momentum from getting my legs off the bed to pull me up. The world tilted violently, knocking me off balance as black dots danced in front of my eyes, effectively blinding me. With my senses out of whack, I felt as if gravity had become stronger, buckling my knees and bringing me toward the floor at an increasingly fast pace that had me worried.
Suddenly, I felt two sets of warm, large and string hands clasp me under the arm pits, and drag me back up, then slowly lowering me to the floor. As I was settled on top of long legs that were stretched across the floor. As the black dots faded away, I could make out a figure in front of me, and finally, see more than a shadow of black that signified that it was one of Ranger's men. They cleared even more, and I could put a name to the face that had now come into focus. It was Bobby.
I started to squirm from the arms holding me, but the bands across my stomach and arms kept me exactly where I was. Everything was slightly foggy, causing everything, in turn, to be foggy. I took the act, though I could easily assume that the person holding me down was Lester. Panic flooded my mind when the arms tightened as I once again tried to pull away. One arm was looped around my waist, setting up high under my breasts, while the other was across my lower stomach, hand splayed protectively across my side, where something padded was taped to the skin on my side.
I whimpered helplessly as the drugs that were trying to leave my system continued to slow down my reactions to everything, and impairing my strength. Attempting to leave was futile. It was impossible, and even implausible...I think it was at least. My breathing was labored as the adrenaline ran through me, speeding my heart up, and maybe even pushing the fog away a bit, though not enough for me to suddenly be able to lift a car or get free of Lester's like-steel grip.
His breath was warm on the side of my neck, and ear, while his lips moved in silent words. Focusing, I could start to make out some of the words, until I could hear what he was saying in the soothing and comforting way. "Jade, come on, stay with me. I'm not gonna hurt you, you know that. Shhh, nothing is going to hurt you, but I need you to sit down so you don't hurt yourself. The sedative is still wearing off, it's going to be a bit longer before you can walk in a straight line, just take it easy." He paused, pressing his nose to the crook of my neck and taking a deep breath, his body sagging when he realized that I understood him. "Lets get you some clean clothes, and then deal with getting you dressed, because that is no longer sterile." He said, lifting his hands and fingering the blood-drenched article.
Lester stood and he and Bobby pulled me up together, and setting me on the bed. Bobby remained silent, but nodded to Lester, and sat down next to me, looping his arms around me like Lester had, and hauling me across the bed into his lap, my back to his chest. Lester strode from the room, and after wondering where he was going for a minute, I gave up, and leaned my head back on Bobby's chest, letting my eyes slide shut. Bobby didn't react at first, but after a minute or two, he seamed more comfortable about me being on his lap than he was before.
It was even more minutes before Lester walked back in, his stride long and confident. After peeling m eyes open, I took a long deep breath and sat m head up slowly as to not get dizzy.
He slowed as he got closer to the bed, looking hesitant, and completely contradicting his steps. "Uh...I," He coughed a little as he was slightly uncomfortable with what he was saying. "I really know what you liked to wear, so I 'kinda just grabbed the first few things I could find." He shifted as he showed me the clothes he had clutched in his hands.
I reached for them, then opened and closed my hands as if trying to grab for them. He got the hint and gave the clothes a light toss. They, as expected, landed square in my lap. I picked up the shirt first and opened it, looking at the red and black design on the long-sleeved shirt. I smirked slightly at it, and set it down as I reached for the pants that I could already tell were black. Upon picking up the pants, I could tell that they were one of the two black cargo pants that I owned; though only one of the pairs had come with me.
I felt my face heat up as I thought about where the pants were in the bag. He'd have had to dig through not only the shirts, but the bra's and underwear and even socks to get to any of the pants. The thought of Lester going through my undergarments, and what he might of thought, had my face heating even more, surely turning a color that rivaled the red of a stop sign.
"Uhhhh…thanks." I muttered, keeping my head down in embarrassment. Wiggling a bit, I managed to get Bobby arms from around me, though I'm pretty sure that if he needed me to stay put, or even wanted me too, then I wouldn't have been getting up.
I walked a few steps slowly and carefully, Lester and Bobby at an arm, ready and alert in case I got dizzy. When we made it to a bathroom not far away, they both stopped, Lester turning toward me. We're not going in, but no locking the door." He said, his piercing eyes making contact with mine.
I nodded, looking back down as I felt my cheeks and chest heating back up. I turned abruptly, ignoring the slanted look the floor took as my eyes crossed with dizziness, and opened the bathroom door, slipping in. The door shut hard as I leaned against it, creating a satisfying thud. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror directly across from the door, and over the sink, taking in the red on my cheeks and chest where the heat was.
Carefully, I unbuttoned and zipped my jeans, and pushed them down my legs, bending minimally. When they were around my ankles, I toes at them, nudging them the rest of the way off. I peeled my shirt off next, dropping the soggy shirt on the ground next to the equally grimy pair of pants. It was only after getting my black cargo pants on that I noticed the bare state of my feet. I groaned lightly, regretting it instantly when the door pooped open, Lester rushing in to aid me.
I was silently thanking the gods that I didn't even believed exist that I had chosen a white sports bra to put on over the gray bra was wearing.
"Lester!" I yelped spinning around, and promptly loosing balance and pitching forward. Lester's arms wrapped under my armpits, balancing me until I was able to get good footing. Slowly and with great hesitation, he pulled away, taking a step back.
"Are you okay? I thought you were hurt?" He asked.
"I'm fine, now get out!" I yelled, my body turned away from him, glancing at him from over my bare shoulder and looking for my clean shirt at the same time. "And give me my shirt." I told him., pointing at the clean shirt folded by the door.
He took two steps back and grabbed the shirt, tossing it to me. I caught it easily with my left hand shaking it open and shoving my right arm through before my left, and pulling it over my head, and using both hands to pull it down as I turned back to him.
I was grumpy and embarrassed, and that made me angry. "Where are my shoes?" I asked, temper flairing when he gave me a slightly innocent look.
"I have no idea." He said.
"Then find me someone who does." I gritted out. I started forward, attempting to brush past him.
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It was another ten minutes before anybody got me some shoes, and five more to finish the paperwork. My temper had cooled and the adrenaline had flushed the drugs from my system, leaving me exhausted. I rubbed my now red eyes as I staggered to the car, Lester and Bobby hovering on my sides. I let my eyes shut as I walked, simply to block out the cool night air that whipped by my face.
My legs felt like they were rubber, and every step seemed to take forever. When I felt as if I was going to pass out, I gave a small groan, and latched my arms onto Lester's shoulder, resting my head on it as well. He stopped moving, and an arm came around my waist, then my feet left the ground as gravity seemed to shift. I turned onto my side slightly, pressing my nose into his chest as I let myself drift into a sleep.
LESTER'S POV
There was a small noise behind me as Jade's steps became slower, her body drooping more as her breathing slowed. Suddenly, a warm, small hand clasped my shoulder, and Jade's head appeared in my peripheral vision, her cheek resting on my shoulder, eyes drifting shut slowly. When I saw her features start to soften, I slid my arms around her waist, and squeezed slightly as I picked her up, then twisted her so she was cradled in my arms like a child. She turned, just slightly, pressing her face into my chest and taking a deep breath before letting it out slowly.
I continued walking toward the car, glancing over at Bobby, then over to where I knew Ranger and Steph were walking.
Once I got Jade in the car, I pulled myself up and in, settling her comfortably against me. Bobby got in the front seat again, but instead of Ranger getting in Shot Gun, Junior did so, causing me to raise my eye brows. Steph and Ranger piled into the middle seat, Ranger leading against the locked door, and Steph leaning against him.
With a few questions, answers and comments along with a few sideways glances, the car took off. We were going to have to go to the store later, or tomorrow.
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The next two of the three hours in the car were uneventful, and we were hoping it to stay that way, unfortunetly, it was late, and everybody was hungry, especially considering the fact that it was already almost midnight. It was doubtful that there was going to be a lot of places to get a decent meal that were open at this hour, but we swerved into town to see what we could find for a place open twenty-four hours a day.
It took close to fifteen minutes to find a small deli that was open 21 ½ hours a day. Stopping close to the door, but not straight in front of it, Bobby stopped the car and pulled out the keys. I hope this works for you guys, but I'm getting something now before I eat off my own arm."
When Ranger and Bobby and Steph and possibly Junior started talking, I was already tuning them out. I looked down at Jade, her hair knotted around her face, lips slighly parted, face contorted with thought.