Jackson smiled at all of the noise he had created; screams, nurses trying to get unmovable patients out of the buildings, crying children and the undying scream of the fire alarm. Jackson even have Bill star a fire somewhere to make it all the more realistic. I wonder where our little fire is, Jackson thought.
He glanced over at the mirror and checked his neck, the white gauze wrapped around it looked inconspicuous enough, no one would notice.
Jackson looked down at Lisa, she was lying all topsy-turvy on the floor, her mahogany hair spider webbing out around her head like a halo.
Jackson leaned over and picked her up honey-moon style. He grimace as a sharp pain went through his body, his wounds still hadn't healed all the way. He adjusted Lisa in his arms, pulled the hir out of her face and walked out of the room.
Jackson stood at the doorway he scanned the people running by, making sure that none of the doctors or nurses were around, and he started walking briskly to the door.
Please, don't let that devil nurse show up. By the time the door was in sight He was practically running.
"Whoa, Whoa," a voice behind Jackson called. He came to a halt his heart almost doing the same. No.
"Everything all right, Sir," he questioned referring to Lisa's limp body in Jackson's arms. He was a doctor.
"Oh, she fainted in all of this excitement," Jackson said with a innocent smile.
"She your wife?"
"Yes, and im sorry sir but we really must be going," Jackson said quickly. He looked at the man's face, a tiny trace of disbelieving in his face. "Babysitter's being paid by the hour," he added with a little smile.
"Ah, of course, I've got two myself, well, you take care and get yourself out of here safely."
"I will." Jackson said, slightly annoyed. He turned around and started heading for the door.
"Hey! Wait!"
"Yes." Jackson said with very exasperation.
"Are you a patient?"
Jackson stared at him, "What?"
The doctor pointed at his hospital ID band around his wrist.
Jackson gave him a nervous smile, "Well, sir, my brother and I were in a car accident, I wasn't hurt as badly as he was, and I was let out yesterday, he's still here, we're visiting him today, really, sir, I don't want to talk about it." He added faking a sad expression.
"Of course," he said nodding, giving him an expression of sympathy.
Jackson nodded and left the hospital.
When he found the Dodge Stratus Bill had left in the parking lot he threw Lisa in the passenger seat.
"Hey! Wait stop right there! POLICE!" Jackson swirled around, he saw that damn nurse screaming and pointing at him. "Help!"
Jackson scurried into the car and started the engine. The nurses shrieks were pulsing in his ears as he speeded the car out of the parking space. CLUNK! His body flung forward, all of the air escaped him as his chest hit the steering wheel and his head smashed against the window. He groaned as pain spider webbed throughout his body, pinpointing on his previous wounds. Jackson knew he didn't have time recover, he didn't even want to look at what ever he ran into, even though white hot splotches were forming across his eyes. He just blindly pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road.
He drove for about 2 minutes turning down random roads to lose the police, if they were following, then he finally pulled over.
Jackson collapsed back on the seat and let out a long sigh, that was not exactly as smooth as I hoped it would be, he thought rubbin his painful head tenderly, He looked in the mirror where he hit it, but his hair was covering what ever mark it made.
""Looking good enough yet?" said a sarcastic voice.
Jackson looked over at Lisa, she was staring at him with hate. He could tell she was trying to sound mean but her terror was very plain.
"Hmm, sleeping Beauty finally awakes," he said. She kept staring at him but she slowly slipped her hand on the door handle. Jackson grabbed her neck and dragged her by the jaw over close to his face, "Now do I need to tie you up?"
He let go of her and started driving, leaving Lisa to wonder where he was taking her.