Jackson closed the door after the truck moved out of sight. He walked back into the bedroom where Sam lay sleeping. He was pleased with Sam's reaction to the new drug. The pain patch was good for 72 hours, and he still was giving her pain meds by mouth. She slept most of the time unless he woke her up, but he knew when he had to move her that it would be difficult. He had made a good start on the packing, but 'they' were getting too close. They would need to leave soon. Making a decision, he slowly moved to the bed.
"Karen, honey, I need you to wake up," he said softly, getting right down near her ear. He got no response, so he tried a little louder. "Karen, baby, we need to be going for a ride, so please wake up for me." He gently shook her shoulder.
Sam slowly blinked her eyes open and looked around, trying to remember where she was. "Wha....," she mumbled, starting to drift back off.
"No, baby. Not now. I need for you to let me get you dressed. We're going on a little trip," he said, pulling her into a sitting position. She responded by trying to keep her eyes open. "We'll get you into something warm and then we'll get going." He quickly pulled out a blue sweat suit and proceeded to remove her gown. He didn't notice that the pain patch she had been wearing came off during his ministrations. She was little help to him, with him doing all the work. It was like dressing a small child. He carefully lay her back down and smiled as her eyes closed. "It's ok, baby. I'll take care of you, always."
He returned to the front room and began to close the suitcases, being sure that the pain meds were inside one. Somehow he would need to get rid of her bike. That would be a direct tie-in with him. It was too difficult right now, with people all over the place looking for her. He would get her out of there then come back to make sure the bike disappeared. His fear of losing her again made him push all worries of the bike aside. He would figure out what to do about that when he had her away from here, away from 'them'. He had the feeling that this "Colonel" would not stop until he knew what had happened to her. Something in the man's eyes told him that. He quickly looked around the cabin to make sure there was no evidence of her, then sat down to think and plan.
Sam struggled against sleep. She pulled herself out of the blackness that had been surrounding her for so long. She didn't know where she was - or who she was. What had happened to her? She was thinking a little clearer now. She remembered a man, graying hair, looking after her. Head, ribs, leg --- these things still ached, along with a sick feeling in her stomach. She pushed herself up on the bed and threw the blankets off. She was wearing a sweat suit which she didn't remember. The room itself was somewhat familiar, but she still didn't know where she was. Easing herself to the edge of the bed, she staggered as she tried to stand. OK, leg in a splint. This would make things difficult. Clutching the bedside table then the chair, she moved towards the doorway.
"Karen, honey, I need you to wake up," he said softly, getting right down near her ear. He got no response, so he tried a little louder. "Karen, baby, we need to be going for a ride, so please wake up for me." He gently shook her shoulder.
Sam slowly blinked her eyes open and looked around, trying to remember where she was. "Wha....," she mumbled, starting to drift back off.
"No, baby. Not now. I need for you to let me get you dressed. We're going on a little trip," he said, pulling her into a sitting position. She responded by trying to keep her eyes open. "We'll get you into something warm and then we'll get going." He quickly pulled out a blue sweat suit and proceeded to remove her gown. He didn't notice that the pain patch she had been wearing came off during his ministrations. She was little help to him, with him doing all the work. It was like dressing a small child. He carefully lay her back down and smiled as her eyes closed. "It's ok, baby. I'll take care of you, always."
He returned to the front room and began to close the suitcases, being sure that the pain meds were inside one. Somehow he would need to get rid of her bike. That would be a direct tie-in with him. It was too difficult right now, with people all over the place looking for her. He would get her out of there then come back to make sure the bike disappeared. His fear of losing her again made him push all worries of the bike aside. He would figure out what to do about that when he had her away from here, away from 'them'. He had the feeling that this "Colonel" would not stop until he knew what had happened to her. Something in the man's eyes told him that. He quickly looked around the cabin to make sure there was no evidence of her, then sat down to think and plan.
Sam struggled against sleep. She pulled herself out of the blackness that had been surrounding her for so long. She didn't know where she was - or who she was. What had happened to her? She was thinking a little clearer now. She remembered a man, graying hair, looking after her. Head, ribs, leg --- these things still ached, along with a sick feeling in her stomach. She pushed herself up on the bed and threw the blankets off. She was wearing a sweat suit which she didn't remember. The room itself was somewhat familiar, but she still didn't know where she was. Easing herself to the edge of the bed, she staggered as she tried to stand. OK, leg in a splint. This would make things difficult. Clutching the bedside table then the chair, she moved towards the doorway.