Bosco woke to a load roaring noise and a weight on his chest. He opened one groggy eye, only to find bright green ones staring back. A large marmalade cat was sitting on his chest. Which was fine, except he didn't own a cat. He tried to sit up, but pain ripped through his arms, which were cuffed to the head of the bed. The cat leapt off his chest, annoyed at being disturbed.
"What the fuck?"
Giggling came from the chair beside the bed. "You police aren't the only ones with handcuffs, you know." She was pleased he was awake at last.
"I didn't realise they were issuing them to nurses these days." He was still woozy, and his head hurt. He was trying to figure out how he ended up handcuffed to this chick's bed.
More giggling from beside the bed.
"They don't issue them silly, they're for my own, um, personal use."
He was still trying to figure out how he got there. It got worse. He was naked. He was sure he'd have remembered if something had happened.
He remembered having a drink. Maybe he'd had more than he thought. It had happened before, but normally he could remember everything in the morning. "Think Bosco, think."
Still he drew a blank. He'd have to bluff his way out of this. Ok, here goes.
"Well thanks, um, Claire for the great night, but I've really got to be getting to work now."
Nothing.
"Come on Claire, stop mucking about."
Still nothing.
"I have to go, come on, just get the keys and unlock me."
He was starting to panic now. This was quite working out.
Calm blue eyes met his.
"Don't be silly darling, you're not going anywhere. We hardly ever saw each other, you need a rest. Policemen are so busy these days."
Bosco struggled against the handcuffs. "Come on you fucking bitch, let me go. This isn't funny,"
He knew as he was saying it that she wouldn't let him go. She was crazy. He could see it in her eyes.
She slipped a hand into her pocket and pulled out a hypodermic, and a small vial of clear liquid. "I have to go to work now," she said as she stood up. "This will help you rest."
She pushed the needle into the vial and pulled back on the syringe.
Bosco struggled, his arms screaming with pain, and the cuffs beginning to cut into his wrists. He didn't care. He hated needles and God knows what she had just filled this one with.
He tried to kick his legs up, but she sat on them.
"Come on darling, don't be a baby. I f you struggle you'll only make it worse. You don't want to make it worse, do you sweetie?"
He wanted to ask what could be worse than this, but she leant back on his legs to stop his kicking, pulled the sheet up and pressed the hypodermic into his thigh.
She stood up, pushed the sheet back down and bent over and kissed him full on the mouth.
"There now, that should keep you until I get back."
"Be good now." She giggled and shut the door behind her.
Bosco woke to darkness. His arms ached, and he was sure his wrists had been bleeding.
He was groggy, but he knew he had to find away out of here. Claire was crazy, and she was a nurse with access to a huge array of drugs. God knows what would happen if he didn't get out of here. He needed to think rationally. What would he do if it was someone else being held hostage? How would he negotiate their way out? Who was he kidding, Faith would negotiate, that was her style. He would go in with all guns blazing.
His gun! It was tucked into the inside pocket of his jacket. He'd taken it off and folded it over a chair last night. Hopefully she hadn't moved it. His gun would still be there, hidden.
Now he just had to get to it.
"What the fuck?"
Giggling came from the chair beside the bed. "You police aren't the only ones with handcuffs, you know." She was pleased he was awake at last.
"I didn't realise they were issuing them to nurses these days." He was still woozy, and his head hurt. He was trying to figure out how he ended up handcuffed to this chick's bed.
More giggling from beside the bed.
"They don't issue them silly, they're for my own, um, personal use."
He was still trying to figure out how he got there. It got worse. He was naked. He was sure he'd have remembered if something had happened.
He remembered having a drink. Maybe he'd had more than he thought. It had happened before, but normally he could remember everything in the morning. "Think Bosco, think."
Still he drew a blank. He'd have to bluff his way out of this. Ok, here goes.
"Well thanks, um, Claire for the great night, but I've really got to be getting to work now."
Nothing.
"Come on Claire, stop mucking about."
Still nothing.
"I have to go, come on, just get the keys and unlock me."
He was starting to panic now. This was quite working out.
Calm blue eyes met his.
"Don't be silly darling, you're not going anywhere. We hardly ever saw each other, you need a rest. Policemen are so busy these days."
Bosco struggled against the handcuffs. "Come on you fucking bitch, let me go. This isn't funny,"
He knew as he was saying it that she wouldn't let him go. She was crazy. He could see it in her eyes.
She slipped a hand into her pocket and pulled out a hypodermic, and a small vial of clear liquid. "I have to go to work now," she said as she stood up. "This will help you rest."
She pushed the needle into the vial and pulled back on the syringe.
Bosco struggled, his arms screaming with pain, and the cuffs beginning to cut into his wrists. He didn't care. He hated needles and God knows what she had just filled this one with.
He tried to kick his legs up, but she sat on them.
"Come on darling, don't be a baby. I f you struggle you'll only make it worse. You don't want to make it worse, do you sweetie?"
He wanted to ask what could be worse than this, but she leant back on his legs to stop his kicking, pulled the sheet up and pressed the hypodermic into his thigh.
She stood up, pushed the sheet back down and bent over and kissed him full on the mouth.
"There now, that should keep you until I get back."
"Be good now." She giggled and shut the door behind her.
Bosco woke to darkness. His arms ached, and he was sure his wrists had been bleeding.
He was groggy, but he knew he had to find away out of here. Claire was crazy, and she was a nurse with access to a huge array of drugs. God knows what would happen if he didn't get out of here. He needed to think rationally. What would he do if it was someone else being held hostage? How would he negotiate their way out? Who was he kidding, Faith would negotiate, that was her style. He would go in with all guns blazing.
His gun! It was tucked into the inside pocket of his jacket. He'd taken it off and folded it over a chair last night. Hopefully she hadn't moved it. His gun would still be there, hidden.
Now he just had to get to it.