Chapter 26
Kyle was waiting impatiently when Aly finally jogged up to his car, unlocking the door for her to get into the backseat. "Hurry up and change."
Aly smoothed the peach colored nurse's scrubs on, groaning because this definitely wasn't her color. "God I hope this works." She mumbled, rolling her eyes when Kyle assured her it would, wondering how the hell he managed to find out what color of scrubs the hospital had. Kyle had his ways, which is why Aly called him because he hated going the legal route just as much as Mark did. He preferred to get the job done HIS way, another factor she admired. "Come on, we're out of time, Madisyn needs to get out of there!"
"Been waiting on your slow ass." He replied, already out of the car and heading for the employees entrance, passing her a badge. "You'll have to scan it at the door. Don't ask." He said when she shot him a quizzical look, his own badge clipped to his pocket. He was a doctor today. Doing things illegally was much more fun and efficient. Less paperwork.
Aly nodded and headed over to the back entrance, looking up at the hospital. "What have you found out about Madi?" She demanded as they both headed inside through the stairwell, having pulled her hair back in a messy bun.
"She was under a psych evaluation, had a shrink, but I don't know about her physical appearance..." Kyle watched as a wicked gleam flashed through Aly's eyes, knowing the woman was as devious as him, if not more. "What's the plan?"
"We're going to walk right in and walk right back out with both Madisyn and Orton. Give me the sedative." They'd already discussed the plan somewhat over the phone and Aly took the needed Kyle procured from his coat pocket, slipping it into her own. "It's strong enough right and is fast acting?"
"Yeah, but you don't have much time to get this done. I can only distract everyone in the damn hospital for so long, Aly."
Kyle's plan of distraction involved triggering the fire alarm the moment they were on the psych ward, Aly blocking him while he did it. And instantly, chaos ensued. Orderly chaos, but enough to cause distractions away from Madisyn. Nurses and doctors immediately began evacuating the patients while Kyle and Aly darted down the hallway to Madi's room, knowing they would not look out of place now since they too would be 'evacuating'. On his way, he snatched a hospital gown off a trolley, really hoping this would cover the guy they were about to sedate, from the description Mark had given Aly and then given him, Randy was not 'normal' sized.
"What the fuck?" Randy blinked, the fire alarms blaring louder.
Madisyn's head snapped up when a nurse walked in, her eyes widening at the woman before her, swallowing hard. "What's going on?" She asked quietly, Randy having stood up from his chair upon hearing the fire alarms.
"We're being evacuated, there's a fire in the kitchen." Nurse Aly lied smoothly, her eyes surveying the damage to Madisyn's face and was tempted to drive this sedative right into Randy Orton's heart. "Doctor, if you would please?"
"Excuse me sir, move now." Kyle ordered, shoving Randy none too gently out of his way and began removing all the monitors and whatnot from Madisyn's body, sharing a worried glance with Aly. "Stay calm." He whispered low in Madisyn's ear, feeling her nod once without Randy seeing it. "Okay now I'm just going to take this IV out of your arm..."
"Actually doctor, we'll have to sedate her since she is a psych patient..." Aly pulled the strong sedative out of her coat and went for Madisyn, only to stop, instead plunging it right in the side of Randy's neck, her eyes locking with his. "This is what happens when you fuck with my best friend, asshole."
"Aly!"
Before Randy could even form two words, he was dropping, feeling the drug racing through him, overriding his mind's orders to stand up and fight this, his eye slowly closing.
Kyle caught the idiot before he could hit ground, knowing dragging the man from a on the ground, dead weight position wouldn't be easy. "Aly, get me the wheelchair." He grunted, nodding with his head towards the folded wheelchair in the corner.
When she had unfolded it, he none too gently shoved Randy in it, beginning to strap him in place so the lug wouldn't topple out. Now THAT would have been highly unprofessional. Grunting, he reached beneath his scrubs to pull out of extra set of clothes, his stomach deflating.
"Ten pounds lighter. Here, Madisyn, you've just been made a nurse, better get her a cap and a mask though, her face is...fucked up." He added to Aly.
"Kyle!" Aly slapped him upside the head, glaring when Madisyn just lowered her eyes, knowing the woman had been through some serious hell. "Come on Madi, we have to get you out of here. Mark is outside waiting for you."
That was motivation enough and Madisyn didn't care how Aly and Mark came to meet, slipping from the bed, Kyle bandaging her arm from where the IV was. She quickly slipped into the peach color scrubs that matched Aly's, putting a scrub cap on along with a mask, making it look as though she was heading toward surgery. Surgeon Madisyn. She would laugh about it later, right now they had to get out of there while the hospital was being evacuated.
"How are we getting out of here without being caught?" Madisyn asked somewhat fearfully.
"We're taking the back entrance, there's an elevator and I honestly don't care how the hell Kyle gets Randy out of here." He could wheel the damn wheelchair down the steps and make Randy's body crash through the door, it didn't matter to her. "By the way, what happened to his eye?"
"He's not one of those pirate loving bastards is he?"
"No, I blinded him by punching him in the eye with a steel chain."
"Well good for you, he deserved it." Kyle smiled at her, wheeling Randy out the door.
It was still orderly chaos, the patients being lined up and marched one at a time down the stairs, ones who were unable to take the stairs being let in the elevator reluctantly. Kyle wheeled around so they were heading in the direction opposite everyone else. Of course the staff stairwell and elevators were being used as well since there was a 'fire' somewhere, but he navigated using Randy as his bumper until they reached the elevator, glancing back at Madisyn and Aly.
"Get in." He ordered, none too gently nudging a nurse out of his way. "Go get the woman in 325!" He ordered in an authoritative voice, knowing that woman was Madisyn. When she scurried off, he let the girls on first before backing in with Mark's soon to be patient. Once the doors had slid shut, he let out a breath.
Now they just had to make it to the car and they were all home free.
Aly immediately began crying, wrapping her arms tightly around Madisyn's neck, shaking. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have left you by yourself that late at night! What the hell was I thinking? My god look at you! Are you okay?"
Madisyn nodded, tears streaming down her face and knew she was finally going to be free of this bastard, not able to help hugging her best friend back. "Oww..." She winced at her face and wrists, which were currently heavily bandaged, Aly taking them gently in her hands.
"Madi..."
"It's not what you think. I'm not crazy. The handcuffs...He..." The elevator dinged, signaling this was their time to get off and Kyle went first with a still sedated Randy in the wheelchair, the floor empty, which was a good thing.
Kyle swiped his card and they walked out the same way they came in, just as Aly wanted.
"Mark!" Aly waved when she saw the black car speeding toward them, never releasing Madisyn's hand.
Mark was going to assume that the sudden surge of fire trucks and police cars were due to something Kyle had done. He wanted to both congratulate the guy for causing total mayhem and smack him at the same time for making it a hell of a lot harder to get out of here. He was out of the car as soon as he had stopped it to a screeching halt in front of them, taking Madisyn from Aly and pulled her up into his arms bridal style, his green eyes devouring her face.
"What the hell did he do to you, darlin'?" He murmured worriedly.
"Reunion time later, we got to go." Kyle ordered, popping the trunk and working with Aly to unceremoniously dump Randy into, folding the wheelchair and then dropped that on top of the unconscious man, slamming it down a few times so it would fit properly. Neither were overly minding the fact that Randy's face was now bleeding. "Alright, the luggage is packed. Everyone in!"
Madisyn sobbed harshly and couldn't talk, burying her face in Mark's neck, knowing he probably thought she was hideous right now. She felt him slip into the car with her securely in his lap while Kyle hopped into his own car, following them out of there. They managed to get through traffic relatively quickly before heading from Austin to Houston with Madisyn and an unconscious Randy in tow.
"You better kill him for what he did to her, Mark." Aly stated evenly, tears rushing down her face and the woman did not cry often, immediately wiping them away.
Mark's body heat combined with all the trauma Madisyn suffered made her pass out against him, her entire body going limp, not even feeling when Mark lifted her hand to survey her heavily bandaged wrists.
"She said something about handcuffs..."
Kyle was reading the doctor's report he had taken from her bed, driving with one hand, his eyes darting between paper and road. "Says here she tore her veins." He said after a moment, gathering she had done that with the handcuffs and wondered if that was Madisyn trying to escape or injure herself badly enough where Randy would have to take her out in the open, probably both.
"Tore her veins?" Mark echoed, staring at the bandages on her wrists in a whole new light.
"She said handcuffs so that asshole probably put them on her super tight to where they would cut into her wrists. I know Madisyn, she wouldn't have taken that without fighting." Aly couldn't believe what happened to Madisyn, deciding moving to Houston was the smart route to go just so she could be closer. The surprise photo shoot turned into a full-fledged nightmare and nobody knew how Madisyn was going to react once she woke up. "Her face looks terrible, damn him..."
"Imagine how it must've looked before he took her to the hospital, that one side looks older than the other..." Kyle shut up when he caught Mark's eye in the rearview mirror, passing the paperwork to Aly, clearing his throat and just focused on driving.
Mark had already noticed that and had made the assumption that Randy had smacked her around on a few occasions. That meant he had laid his hands on Madisyn more than just once. It also meant Mark was now going to prolong the other man's death by at least three days, maybe four.
The rest of the drive to Houston was made in silence, Aly warning Kyle with her eyes if he said another word about how Madisyn looked, she was going to let Mark kill him too. They finally pulled up to Madisyn's condo, needing to grab her a few things because Mark was taking her back to his place at C & S. "Do you mind if I stay in her condo for a few days?" When Mark shook his head, Aly slipped out of the car along with Kyle, knowing she had a promise to keep for all the hell he'd gone through for her.
Kyle smirked while Mark went to the driver's side of the car, wrapping his arm around Aly's waist as they headed inside Madisyn's condo. They'd clean up after themselves. "Come on, we have making up to do." He pushed her inside the door, Aly having the keys Mark gave her to the condo.
Mark had to snort as he watched them heading inside, shaking his head. He glanced into the backseat where Madisyn was still sound asleep, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, waiting for Aly to bring down a bag. He didn't have anything for Madisyn at his place, they usually stayed here. But he wanted Madisyn where he knew she was safe, that and he also needed the equipment down in the basement for Mr. Orton. When Aly came sprinting back out with the bag, he shook his head at her already semi-disheveled state.
"I'll have her call you when she wakes up and is feeling better." He promised through the open window, setting the bag on the seat alongside him. When Aly had disappeared back inside, he pulled away, making sure to hit every little bump on the way home, knowing Randy was probably very cramped back there in the trunk with the wheelchair.