Dave opened his eyes slowly. He was a little woozy, and quite surprised that he had slept at all. Then he remembered the badge. He just hoped that somebody would call the police.
~~~
Kerry hobbled in through the emergency door entrance. She had stayed at the hospital hours after her shift had ended, hoping to get more information concerning Dave. When the police officer left, Kerry had decided to go home and get some sleep. Surprisingly, Randi was already at her station and looked up to acknowledge Kerry's arrival.
"No news." She said, anticipating what Kerry would ask. Kerry nodded, and headed towards the board.
She had only been studying it for a minute when Randi called to her.
"Kerry, the police officer is back."
Kerry turned to see the same police officer from the night before standing in front of the admit desk.
"Can I talk to you in the lounge?" He asked.
"Sure." Kerry agreed. Something was wrong; she could feel it. She led the way to the lounge, fearing what the police officer might have to say. When they finally reached it, Kerry headed towards the table and sat down. The officer sat across from her and pulled something from her pocket.
"I was given this early this morning. I'm supposed to bring it back as soon as possible to give to the crime lab." The police officer explained.
"What is it?" Kerry asked, her voice rising slightly.
The officer pushed the evidence bag across the table towards her.
"This is Dr. Malucci's badge, right?" he asked. Kerry was afraid to pick the bag up, but finally she forced herself to. It was Dave's badge, and it was covered in blood. Staring at the red tinted smiling face of Dave, Kerry started to gag mildly. She nodded and slipped it back towards the officer.
"We got a call early this morning and we went to pick it up. Luckily, we got to it before there were many people on the street."
"Where did you find it?" Kerry asked.
"About six miles from here. It was just lying on the street." He answered.
"What do you think it means?" Kerry's voice almost caught in her throat.
"It doesn't mean anything Dr. Weaver. There isn't much blood on this, and there was no other evidence on the street. There's no reason to believe he isn't perfectly alright." He tried to sound reassuring. Kerry nodded, but she really didn't believe him. This had to mean something.
"We're going to have people searching the area, and I do think we will find something." He sounded sure of himself, so Kerry nodded.
"Thanks."
~~~
Dave had been awake for hours. Somebody had to have found his badge by now. Police could be on their way; police are on their way, he decided. Mr. Sturgeon had been in the kitchen for an hour. It didn't sound like he was cooking breakfast, and Dave wondered what he was doing. Dave's stomach groaned loudly. He wasn't sure when he had last eaten. Had it been after he was taken to the hospital for hypothermia, or had it been even before that? He wasn't sure, and now that he was fairly certain he would be rescued soon, his stomach seemed to be a high priority.
Then he heard Mr. Sturgeon walking towards his room. Dave's stomach reversed back into submission as the adrenaline returned. Mr. Sturgeon entered holding his bat and walked towards Dave. He tucked the bat under his arm as he started to loosen one of Dave's wrists. Then he hesitated. Dave's heart practically jumped out of his chest; he knew.
"You tried to trick me!" Mr. Sturgeon wailed, griping the bat and bringing it down onto Dave's stomach with all his force. Dave saw spots as he curled around his stomach. His left wrist slipped out of its restraint and Dave tumbled off the gurney to the right side, opposite Mr. Sturgeon. His vision still blurry, Dave forced himself to stand. Mr. Sturgeon was coming at him from the right side, walking around the gurney. Dave started to stumble away from him, heading towards the door. On his way, he quickly flipped up the mattress and retrieved the knife he had hid there last night.
Mr. Sturgeon was even more furious, and he started to run. Dave held the knife in front of him as he struggled to open the door while not facing it. The door finally opened, but it opened inward. Dave had to flip around, exposing his back to Mr. Sturgeon as he pulled it open farther and slipped out. Mr. Sturgeon let out an anguished scream as he continued to run towards Dave. Dave hurried for the door, but Mr. Sturgeon was too close. Dave heard the sound of breaking air and turned just in time to see the bat connect with his head. Dave fell automatically, and he was still conscious to hear his own thud.
He lost sound first. He could still see Mr. Sturgeon looming over him, wearing a face of continuing anguish and newfound satisfaction. He lost his sense of understanding next. He saw the door open and the police officer enter with his gun already raised, but he didn't understand it. Then everything went dark.
~~~
Dave opened his eyes. Something was wrong. His ears were ringing and there were spots in front of his eyes; and he was experiencing the worst migraine of his life. The spots didn't subside, but he was able to concentrate on the ceiling behind him. He could recognize that ceiling anywhere, he was at the hospital.
"Dave?" somebody called. Loudly, much too loud. Dave's head screamed in protest and tried to silence it by gripping it in both hands. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to will the pain away. A minute later, when it had receded, he opened his eyes to see Kerry looking down on him. She looked relieved and apologetic. She started again, whispering softly.
"You're going to be fine. You suffered a severe concussion, but there doesn't seem to be any other damage." She smiled, "There are other people waiting to see you."
Dave took a moment to think.
"Are they all as loud as you?" he groaned.
A/N:
The End!
Mr. Sturgeon is in jail, and I seized the chance to hurt Dave yet again. Anyway, I wrote this all for you today because I felt guilty righting my Star Wars chapter the other day. I know it was a long time, and I'm sorry.
Anyway, Thanks sooooooooo much for reading! -Alyssa
~~~
Kerry hobbled in through the emergency door entrance. She had stayed at the hospital hours after her shift had ended, hoping to get more information concerning Dave. When the police officer left, Kerry had decided to go home and get some sleep. Surprisingly, Randi was already at her station and looked up to acknowledge Kerry's arrival.
"No news." She said, anticipating what Kerry would ask. Kerry nodded, and headed towards the board.
She had only been studying it for a minute when Randi called to her.
"Kerry, the police officer is back."
Kerry turned to see the same police officer from the night before standing in front of the admit desk.
"Can I talk to you in the lounge?" He asked.
"Sure." Kerry agreed. Something was wrong; she could feel it. She led the way to the lounge, fearing what the police officer might have to say. When they finally reached it, Kerry headed towards the table and sat down. The officer sat across from her and pulled something from her pocket.
"I was given this early this morning. I'm supposed to bring it back as soon as possible to give to the crime lab." The police officer explained.
"What is it?" Kerry asked, her voice rising slightly.
The officer pushed the evidence bag across the table towards her.
"This is Dr. Malucci's badge, right?" he asked. Kerry was afraid to pick the bag up, but finally she forced herself to. It was Dave's badge, and it was covered in blood. Staring at the red tinted smiling face of Dave, Kerry started to gag mildly. She nodded and slipped it back towards the officer.
"We got a call early this morning and we went to pick it up. Luckily, we got to it before there were many people on the street."
"Where did you find it?" Kerry asked.
"About six miles from here. It was just lying on the street." He answered.
"What do you think it means?" Kerry's voice almost caught in her throat.
"It doesn't mean anything Dr. Weaver. There isn't much blood on this, and there was no other evidence on the street. There's no reason to believe he isn't perfectly alright." He tried to sound reassuring. Kerry nodded, but she really didn't believe him. This had to mean something.
"We're going to have people searching the area, and I do think we will find something." He sounded sure of himself, so Kerry nodded.
"Thanks."
~~~
Dave had been awake for hours. Somebody had to have found his badge by now. Police could be on their way; police are on their way, he decided. Mr. Sturgeon had been in the kitchen for an hour. It didn't sound like he was cooking breakfast, and Dave wondered what he was doing. Dave's stomach groaned loudly. He wasn't sure when he had last eaten. Had it been after he was taken to the hospital for hypothermia, or had it been even before that? He wasn't sure, and now that he was fairly certain he would be rescued soon, his stomach seemed to be a high priority.
Then he heard Mr. Sturgeon walking towards his room. Dave's stomach reversed back into submission as the adrenaline returned. Mr. Sturgeon entered holding his bat and walked towards Dave. He tucked the bat under his arm as he started to loosen one of Dave's wrists. Then he hesitated. Dave's heart practically jumped out of his chest; he knew.
"You tried to trick me!" Mr. Sturgeon wailed, griping the bat and bringing it down onto Dave's stomach with all his force. Dave saw spots as he curled around his stomach. His left wrist slipped out of its restraint and Dave tumbled off the gurney to the right side, opposite Mr. Sturgeon. His vision still blurry, Dave forced himself to stand. Mr. Sturgeon was coming at him from the right side, walking around the gurney. Dave started to stumble away from him, heading towards the door. On his way, he quickly flipped up the mattress and retrieved the knife he had hid there last night.
Mr. Sturgeon was even more furious, and he started to run. Dave held the knife in front of him as he struggled to open the door while not facing it. The door finally opened, but it opened inward. Dave had to flip around, exposing his back to Mr. Sturgeon as he pulled it open farther and slipped out. Mr. Sturgeon let out an anguished scream as he continued to run towards Dave. Dave hurried for the door, but Mr. Sturgeon was too close. Dave heard the sound of breaking air and turned just in time to see the bat connect with his head. Dave fell automatically, and he was still conscious to hear his own thud.
He lost sound first. He could still see Mr. Sturgeon looming over him, wearing a face of continuing anguish and newfound satisfaction. He lost his sense of understanding next. He saw the door open and the police officer enter with his gun already raised, but he didn't understand it. Then everything went dark.
~~~
Dave opened his eyes. Something was wrong. His ears were ringing and there were spots in front of his eyes; and he was experiencing the worst migraine of his life. The spots didn't subside, but he was able to concentrate on the ceiling behind him. He could recognize that ceiling anywhere, he was at the hospital.
"Dave?" somebody called. Loudly, much too loud. Dave's head screamed in protest and tried to silence it by gripping it in both hands. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to will the pain away. A minute later, when it had receded, he opened his eyes to see Kerry looking down on him. She looked relieved and apologetic. She started again, whispering softly.
"You're going to be fine. You suffered a severe concussion, but there doesn't seem to be any other damage." She smiled, "There are other people waiting to see you."
Dave took a moment to think.
"Are they all as loud as you?" he groaned.
A/N:
The End!
Mr. Sturgeon is in jail, and I seized the chance to hurt Dave yet again. Anyway, I wrote this all for you today because I felt guilty righting my Star Wars chapter the other day. I know it was a long time, and I'm sorry.
Anyway, Thanks sooooooooo much for reading! -Alyssa