"Oh god!" AJ yelled, as Adam swung through the now broken window. AJ, upon Jeff's
urging, followed, dropping to the floor as Jeff placed a foot on the ledge. The
body of James Trafford lay motionless beside a black, unmarked bag. Scarlet flowed
freely from two holes in the head, and numerous bullet holes through the chest and torso.
These mortal wounds were viewed due to the man's lack of clothing. Only dressed in
his boxers, a bottle thrown from his lifeless hand at the first bullet. AJ simply
allowed glazed eyes to shift over his body, the blood splattered floor. Jeff
slipped through the window, following the rapidly paced Adam out of the room and
down a flight of stairs.
AJ stepped over the motionless, yet still living form of Leonard Lea. "God..
please let this be over..."
| | - T w o . W e e k s . L a t e r - | |
Dakota groaned, the beeps that sounded through the sterile room causing her head
to pound. Cracking a blue gray eye open, and only after a few moments adjusting
to the light, saw the form of Adam laying half across the bed in which she lay.
Moving across the room, she noted the forms of AJ and Jeff upon the other bed in
the room, both fast asleep.
"Glad to see you're awake, Mrs. Copeland." A masculine voice came from the
direction of the doorway. Dakota turned her head slightly, and groaned again as
the doctor approached her bed. Adam blinked groggily, tossing a look over one
shoulder at AJ and Jeff and then back at the doctor.
"Im sorry that I havent had time to introduce myself, but you have had quite a time.
I'm Dr. Topalskii." The male extended a hand, given with an almost warm smile.
Dakota simply blinked at Adam and took the offered hand. "Wha...." was all she could
mumble.
"Dakota, you fell an aweful long ways, and you've been unconsious for two weeks,
in a coma." The Topalskii informed naturally, glancing at a clip board in his hands
for conformation. Adam took Dakota's hand, running his thumb back and forth over the
top.
"You suffered spinal damage, a concusion as well as a broken wrist and seven broken
ribs." The man's voice trailed off, as he looked up at Dakota. "Amazing really,
compared to the death toll of high falls like that."
"Wha... what about Jenni? Shane?" Dakota glanced between Adam and Topalskii, feeling
wholely and utterly helpless and small. Adam shook his head. "Jenni is dead, she
landed on a shovel's handel... it killed her instantly." Adam said softly.
"What about Shane? Where is he? He pulled Jessi... " Dakota inquired, letting her
eyes drop to her hands. "Shane is still out there... somewhere.... The police are
on his tail."
urging, followed, dropping to the floor as Jeff placed a foot on the ledge. The
body of James Trafford lay motionless beside a black, unmarked bag. Scarlet flowed
freely from two holes in the head, and numerous bullet holes through the chest and torso.
These mortal wounds were viewed due to the man's lack of clothing. Only dressed in
his boxers, a bottle thrown from his lifeless hand at the first bullet. AJ simply
allowed glazed eyes to shift over his body, the blood splattered floor. Jeff
slipped through the window, following the rapidly paced Adam out of the room and
down a flight of stairs.
AJ stepped over the motionless, yet still living form of Leonard Lea. "God..
please let this be over..."
| | - T w o . W e e k s . L a t e r - | |
Dakota groaned, the beeps that sounded through the sterile room causing her head
to pound. Cracking a blue gray eye open, and only after a few moments adjusting
to the light, saw the form of Adam laying half across the bed in which she lay.
Moving across the room, she noted the forms of AJ and Jeff upon the other bed in
the room, both fast asleep.
"Glad to see you're awake, Mrs. Copeland." A masculine voice came from the
direction of the doorway. Dakota turned her head slightly, and groaned again as
the doctor approached her bed. Adam blinked groggily, tossing a look over one
shoulder at AJ and Jeff and then back at the doctor.
"Im sorry that I havent had time to introduce myself, but you have had quite a time.
I'm Dr. Topalskii." The male extended a hand, given with an almost warm smile.
Dakota simply blinked at Adam and took the offered hand. "Wha...." was all she could
mumble.
"Dakota, you fell an aweful long ways, and you've been unconsious for two weeks,
in a coma." The Topalskii informed naturally, glancing at a clip board in his hands
for conformation. Adam took Dakota's hand, running his thumb back and forth over the
top.
"You suffered spinal damage, a concusion as well as a broken wrist and seven broken
ribs." The man's voice trailed off, as he looked up at Dakota. "Amazing really,
compared to the death toll of high falls like that."
"Wha... what about Jenni? Shane?" Dakota glanced between Adam and Topalskii, feeling
wholely and utterly helpless and small. Adam shook his head. "Jenni is dead, she
landed on a shovel's handel... it killed her instantly." Adam said softly.
"What about Shane? Where is he? He pulled Jessi... " Dakota inquired, letting her
eyes drop to her hands. "Shane is still out there... somewhere.... The police are
on his tail."