He wasn't floating.
He wasn't flying.
He'd crashed.
Like Randy, he could hear voices but they were miles away.
Strained to move, longed to touch.
Unable to see.
unable to move.
He was every temperature from sweating hot to shivering cold.
Felt like crying for help.
And so he did.
'He'll be okay. Besides the blood loss, very little damage. He'll be out late evening tomorrow.'
'As much as I despise him and his newest brutal lover for nearly killing Star the same way, I can't hate him...I...CAN'T.'
Because despite all the anger, the fights, the verbal sparring and jealous immaturity, you two DO still love each other.'
'Can't be together, can't live apart.'
'I'm still cheering for you however.'
'Thanks for rescuing him, even if the fiend will walk right back into it.'
Wade handed Drew another tissue, politely concerned. 'He's suicidal.'
'He IS?!'
Both brunette heads turned back to glance at the IV hooked up lump in the hospital bed.
'That's what all this...thrillseeking nonsense, swimming with sharks and flapping about in the sky is about, he began after his father died.'
'I'm astonished.'
'Tried to kill himself but didn't and became addicted to the rush of near dying.'
'He told you this but never ME?! Me, his packmate, which is good as being spouse.'
'We get along in the way that we don't get along.' Wade smiled, bitter as lemon with salt.
Drew slumped in the chair nearest the bed, reached out to touch Justin's hair,face,mouth, jerked his hand back and scowled, changed mind,broken heart. 'He trusts you more than myself.'
'Not quite true.'
'Then he loves you more than he does me.'
Sour milk chuckle. 'Complete opposite!'
'He HAS to! Because...because...'
'Because?'
'He doesn't love ME one bit.'
The large Mean Man Derrick had called had arrived right on time.
Bad news, no bears.
The thief was having children, not any snotty, whiny brats but his beloved Perfect Husband's children.
Derrick highly disapproved.
Despite the terrible thought of losing babies made from his wonderful god of a husband's flawless sperm, these children were also made from the brat,the thief.
Which meant they had to die.
'No problem, I'll be glad to end a life or two. So what about 'mommy'?'
'Don't kill him. Bring him to me, I want my darling dear beloved to watch him perish in my hands.'
Handshake,grins,piles of money slid across the table.
Clock winding down.
To the End.
