Chapter thirty—five
...back at the hospital, patient ward...
6:22am
While Dr. Sims requested for 6cc's of anaesthesia to sedate, the hysterical patient known as Casey Jones as he received a terrifying dream. Unable to leave from the bed, due to his broken leg but that didn't stop him from lashing out toward anyone came close of trying to hold him down while the needle was been assembled to penetrate his skin and insert the serum.
"Hurry up and get that damn thing in his arm and sedate the patient, nurse." Dr. Sims stoutly ordered. "I'm—I'm trying the best I can, doctor." Nurse Jane replied.
"Do me a favor, move faster." He orderedly demanded again.
"April! April, come back please. Lemme go, I have to go to my girl. She needs me!" Casey shouted.
Thud! Crash! "Damn, that's one hell of punch." An assistant doctor stated, grasping his jaw. "Oh god! You alright?" another nurse assured. "Yeh, I think so." He answered.
"Get that damn needle in his arm, NOW!" Dr. Sims ordered. Nurse Jane, inserted the needle and injected the serum. Casey, collapsed onconscious as he received the serum. "Jesus, never seen anyone with intense strength like that before." Dr. Greer stated, running one hand through his hair.
"No, neither have I. Something has to have triggered it." Dr. Sims said, slightly breathed. "What do you supposed, that triggered to begin with?" Dr. Greer wondered, curiously. "Not sure. But, better to be safe of keeping him under suicide watch and constant observation for the next few days." Dr Sims, insisted and patted his colleagues shoulder as he past.
Dr Greer agreeably nodded, following out. "Wanna a coffee?"
"Sure, I take my black no sugar." Dr. Sims answered, accepting the offer. "But you're buying, since you offered."
"Alright, as long you buy me a beer after the shift tonight. Deal?" Dr. Greer conversely traded. "Deal. And that depends of which bar, we should go to first."
"I have just the place to go for a good one, as long you don't mind strippers?" Dr. Greer replied, grinning. "Strippers? Oh c'mon, don't tell me that you're into that horse shit?"
Dr. Greer lowly giggled and replied. "Nah, I was yanking your chain. Why would I go for strippers when I have a perfect woman waiting for me at home. Bloody strippers."
"Cute, real cute. Y'know something?"
"Yeh what?"
"You're a Bloody asshole."
Dr. Greer smirked, chuckled and said as he draped one arm around Dr. Sims shoulder. "Yeh, I know but don't tell my girl that, so we're clear."
"Got it." Dr. Sims chuckled.
...Somewhere, topside...
Korn, crouched down as he supported himself on the roof's ledge—searching, and tracked any trail that may lead him to the terrapin enemy and find how their comrades disappeared.
"How long will this take?" Keith grumbled, folding his arms. "Patience is a virtue, Keith. You'd know that, if you learned to be more patient. These freaks are not so easily, tracked." Korn lowly barked.
"And if they were?"
"Then wouldn't be searching for tracks." Korn stood up, brushed past Keith as he harshly bumped into Keith's shoulder. "What's your beat, pal!" Keith hissed.
"Watch your tongue, boy. You'd be seeing yourself on the wrong side of line, if you're not careful." Korn glared over his shoulder. "Or what? You're gonna impale me through my ass? That is what I hear of what you enjoy to do your prisoners." Keith replied, giving Korn the idea.
"Don't push it—I'd just make you my next flunky." Korn warned, smugly smirked. Keith gulped quickly. "Now—move it or loose it." Korn leaped the roof's ledge. Running one hand along his Mohawk, grunted with disgusted then followed Korn in the shadows.
...in Texas—the Cherokee village...
Waya, prepared for the long journey to New York. Packing what essentials were more importantly needed—then finally ready to leave, he hung the bag over his shoulder and made his way to the door when he was stopped by his beautifully, aged woman. "Mother." Waya softly greeted.
"Be safe, my son." Woya whispery said, placing a white flower within his hand and kissed his forehead. Softly looked down to his hand, holding the white sacred flower that had not fully bloom just yet. Kissed her cheek and hugged his mother good-bye then left the Tempe. Woya, stood within the Tempe's opening—placed a closed fist upon her chest and softly but warily smiled, watching her only son—ride on the palomino stallion.
"Be safe, my son—be safe." She said, once more then stepped back inside.
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...to be continued in chapter thirty—six
This is getting more difficult to write by the chapter. I know, it is taking too long to get to the point. But I promise it will get there soon.
Read and review, until next time—tootles