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End of Chapter 8: Little did they know that Mort was not dead, just merely injured and as pissed as hell. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
They arrived at the emergency room and were given immediate help. Brandon was holding her hand as Elyse seemed to daze in and out. She would seem to regain consciousness then would phase out. This was happening every two minutes or so. The doctors quickly admitted her into the ER and they began stitching her head.
Brandon, Stephanie, and Fernando waited in the waiting area till they were called. Brandon couldn't help but feel guilty for his princess being in the condition she was in.
"If only I had gone over there with her. Or not let her go over at all. Ugh!" He sat down, and put his head in his hands.
"Dude, there was nothing you could do. That was a problem that she had to solve. And now, I don't think he'll come around here looking for her anymore. Alright? Stop blaming yourself for it. There was nothing you could do to prevent it." Fernando told him, hoping to calm him down some.
"Okay, okay, maybe I am being a little hard on myself. Its just that once I got her back into my life I didn't want to loose her again."
"This is not serious enough to loose her. The doctors said a few stitches and she should be fine. There was no serious damage done. Please calm down." Steph had now stepped in realizing that Fernando was having no effect on him.
"Okay, maybe I'll just rest my eyes here while they work on her." And that's exactly what he did. He closed his eyes and fell fast asleep. It was near seven in the morning when Brandon finally woke up. He awoke to find Stephanie and Fernando sleeping on the chairs next to him. The doctor approached him in the sterile white coat.
"Brandon, good morning. And I might add that it is a very good morning for your friend. Elyse seems to be recuperating nicely. It just took seven stitches across the head and she's all better. You may go in and see her now."
"Thanks." Brandon said, sighing a sigh of relief. He walked into the room and found Elyse awake and staring at him. He approached the bed and took her hand in his. "I'm so sorry. I should never have let him do this to you. I was such an idiot to let you go over there by yourself." He sat in the chair next to her bed. "Please forgive me?"
She stared into his eyes. She was confused as to why he was asking for forgiveness. Yes, she had heard the reason why he wanted forgiveness but to her it sounded stupid. "There is no reason for you to feel guilty about anything. It was my own stupidity that got me into this mess. I should have just left the beach when I noticed him coming. But part of me wanted to try and put closure on the subject. Little did I know that he wanted to chop my head off instead of talking about it." This comment made him grin slightly. "Don't feel bad. This is not your fault and I don't want you to feel that way. Do you understand young man?" She said in a mocking tone.
"Yes ma'am. I'll try not to feel guilty. Now, how have you been this morning?" He repositioned himself so that he was on the edge of his seat, holding her left hand in his own.
"Well, I have been in a lot of pain in my head. That has been eased slightly with some of the pain meds they've given me. And I'm feeling deprived." She made her puppy-dog face.
"Why?" Brandon asked, looking at her as if it was sad.
"I haven't had my good morning kiss." She was pouting at him.
"By the powers you're right. Where are my manners?" He leaned in to kiss her. He placed a soft kiss on her lips and was about to back away when she wrapped her free arm around his neck and pulled him in closer, deepening the kiss. She broke the kiss a moment later, staring into his eyes.
"Now that's better." She said, as he sat back down. The door swung open moments later and in walked Fernando and Stephanie.
"You're awake!" Stephanie exclaimed. "How are you doing?"
"I'm fine. Just a little scratch. Nothing major."
A nurse walked in the door. "Elyse, you have a visitor. Says his name is John Shooter. Shall I let him in?"
"No, don't let him in. But come here please." She motioned for the nurse to come to her bedside and she did just that. "Shooter is the man who attacked me. I stabbed him with a Swiss Army knife when he attacked me and I thought he was dead."
"Oh okay. One moment." She made her way over to the phone and dialed three numbers. "Yes, there is a John Shooter in the waiting room. Please take him into custody. He is the attacker we have been looking for. Thank you." With that said she hung up the phone. "Don't worry ma'am, it'll all be taken care of."
"Thank you. Maybe now we can get some closure on this." Brandon was now rubbing her back to help ease the pain and stress he knew she was going through. The nurse left the room and before long returned.
"I am just letting you know that you will be released from the hospital now and that John Shooter has been taken into custody."
"That is great news. But I will warn you that he may say he is not John Shooter." Elyse stated, in a warning tone.
"What do you mean? Like he has another name?" The nurse questioned while removing the IV from her arm.
"Well, you could say that. He is schizophrenic. He believes that he is John Shooter now, but in a few he'll say that he is Mort Rainey." She said getting up from the bed and making her way to her clothes.
"The famous author Mort Rainey?" This was apparently intriguing to the nurse.
"Yeah, that's the only Mort Rainey that I know of." Elyse replied in a sarcastic tone. She excused herself to the bathroom to get changed, and emerged a few moments later.
The four of them left the hospital feeling secure about the criminal that was said to be behind bars. What they were unaware of was that he had escaped and was no closer than they could have ever imagined.
A/N: Hey everyone!! How are you all doing? I'm doing well. I hoe you guys enjoyed this chapter. I promise to update sooner. I just got side tracked with my POTC story. Please review and let me know what you think.
End of Chapter 8: Little did they know that Mort was not dead, just merely injured and as pissed as hell. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
They arrived at the emergency room and were given immediate help. Brandon was holding her hand as Elyse seemed to daze in and out. She would seem to regain consciousness then would phase out. This was happening every two minutes or so. The doctors quickly admitted her into the ER and they began stitching her head.
Brandon, Stephanie, and Fernando waited in the waiting area till they were called. Brandon couldn't help but feel guilty for his princess being in the condition she was in.
"If only I had gone over there with her. Or not let her go over at all. Ugh!" He sat down, and put his head in his hands.
"Dude, there was nothing you could do. That was a problem that she had to solve. And now, I don't think he'll come around here looking for her anymore. Alright? Stop blaming yourself for it. There was nothing you could do to prevent it." Fernando told him, hoping to calm him down some.
"Okay, okay, maybe I am being a little hard on myself. Its just that once I got her back into my life I didn't want to loose her again."
"This is not serious enough to loose her. The doctors said a few stitches and she should be fine. There was no serious damage done. Please calm down." Steph had now stepped in realizing that Fernando was having no effect on him.
"Okay, maybe I'll just rest my eyes here while they work on her." And that's exactly what he did. He closed his eyes and fell fast asleep. It was near seven in the morning when Brandon finally woke up. He awoke to find Stephanie and Fernando sleeping on the chairs next to him. The doctor approached him in the sterile white coat.
"Brandon, good morning. And I might add that it is a very good morning for your friend. Elyse seems to be recuperating nicely. It just took seven stitches across the head and she's all better. You may go in and see her now."
"Thanks." Brandon said, sighing a sigh of relief. He walked into the room and found Elyse awake and staring at him. He approached the bed and took her hand in his. "I'm so sorry. I should never have let him do this to you. I was such an idiot to let you go over there by yourself." He sat in the chair next to her bed. "Please forgive me?"
She stared into his eyes. She was confused as to why he was asking for forgiveness. Yes, she had heard the reason why he wanted forgiveness but to her it sounded stupid. "There is no reason for you to feel guilty about anything. It was my own stupidity that got me into this mess. I should have just left the beach when I noticed him coming. But part of me wanted to try and put closure on the subject. Little did I know that he wanted to chop my head off instead of talking about it." This comment made him grin slightly. "Don't feel bad. This is not your fault and I don't want you to feel that way. Do you understand young man?" She said in a mocking tone.
"Yes ma'am. I'll try not to feel guilty. Now, how have you been this morning?" He repositioned himself so that he was on the edge of his seat, holding her left hand in his own.
"Well, I have been in a lot of pain in my head. That has been eased slightly with some of the pain meds they've given me. And I'm feeling deprived." She made her puppy-dog face.
"Why?" Brandon asked, looking at her as if it was sad.
"I haven't had my good morning kiss." She was pouting at him.
"By the powers you're right. Where are my manners?" He leaned in to kiss her. He placed a soft kiss on her lips and was about to back away when she wrapped her free arm around his neck and pulled him in closer, deepening the kiss. She broke the kiss a moment later, staring into his eyes.
"Now that's better." She said, as he sat back down. The door swung open moments later and in walked Fernando and Stephanie.
"You're awake!" Stephanie exclaimed. "How are you doing?"
"I'm fine. Just a little scratch. Nothing major."
A nurse walked in the door. "Elyse, you have a visitor. Says his name is John Shooter. Shall I let him in?"
"No, don't let him in. But come here please." She motioned for the nurse to come to her bedside and she did just that. "Shooter is the man who attacked me. I stabbed him with a Swiss Army knife when he attacked me and I thought he was dead."
"Oh okay. One moment." She made her way over to the phone and dialed three numbers. "Yes, there is a John Shooter in the waiting room. Please take him into custody. He is the attacker we have been looking for. Thank you." With that said she hung up the phone. "Don't worry ma'am, it'll all be taken care of."
"Thank you. Maybe now we can get some closure on this." Brandon was now rubbing her back to help ease the pain and stress he knew she was going through. The nurse left the room and before long returned.
"I am just letting you know that you will be released from the hospital now and that John Shooter has been taken into custody."
"That is great news. But I will warn you that he may say he is not John Shooter." Elyse stated, in a warning tone.
"What do you mean? Like he has another name?" The nurse questioned while removing the IV from her arm.
"Well, you could say that. He is schizophrenic. He believes that he is John Shooter now, but in a few he'll say that he is Mort Rainey." She said getting up from the bed and making her way to her clothes.
"The famous author Mort Rainey?" This was apparently intriguing to the nurse.
"Yeah, that's the only Mort Rainey that I know of." Elyse replied in a sarcastic tone. She excused herself to the bathroom to get changed, and emerged a few moments later.
The four of them left the hospital feeling secure about the criminal that was said to be behind bars. What they were unaware of was that he had escaped and was no closer than they could have ever imagined.
A/N: Hey everyone!! How are you all doing? I'm doing well. I hoe you guys enjoyed this chapter. I promise to update sooner. I just got side tracked with my POTC story. Please review and let me know what you think.