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His jaw clenched a few times before he yanked his arm from my grasp.
“Don’t get used to that name,” he snarled. “That boy is no longer here.”
“You might not think he is, but you're running scared, and I can’t do this without you,” I said.
Boogie never dealt with his trauma, he hid it in a box in his mind, and hoped for the best. Right now, that box was barely being kept closed, and this was triggering for him. Ally almost dying, and her almost getting taken away was starting to take its toll on him.
“I’ll have a better advantage to protect you from a different vehicle.” He walked away and the further he walked away the more I worried that he wouldn’t be able to come back to us.
The drive was surprisingly uneventful,and I was grateful. Ally slept most of the way and when we arrived, she looked around for Boogie, but didn’t ask for him.
I carried her to the haunted house, taking the stairs to the rooms we had on the second floor that we kept for some of the employees who stayed overnight or Mars and Roman.
It was nicer than our trailer, it would be easier for the doctor to see her, and it was the most protected building. I opened the door, and it was the nicest room we had. I was relieved they had cleaned it up and gotten it ready for her. It had its own bathroom, and it was big enough for Boogie and I to stay with her.
“I didn’t think there were any rooms up here,” she said, looking around as I sat her on the bed.
“We keep these for the employees in case they don’t want to drive home or Roman and Mars,” I said. “Well, before Mars got his own trailer.”
“Why don’t you live here?” she asked, leaning back, melting into the bed.
She looked exhausted and her blood-stained clothes, bloodshot eyes or her dark circles didn’t help either.
“We like our privacy,” I said, feeling exhaustion hitting me too.
My body knew we were safe, and it was starting to shut down. We needed to be checked out by doc, and a shower and food before we went to sleep wouldn’t hurt.
“Yeah, with how loud you guys are, I don’t think people wanna hear you while getting scared,” she smirked.
I chuckled while sitting next to her.
“Definitely not while we make you come, but sometimes you do sound like you are dying.” I nipped her nose.
“You murder this pussy so good.”
The door opened as she spoke and I’m sure Doc heard what she had just said.
“Whoops.” Ally turned red.
“Thanks for coming, Doc,” I said, shaking his hand.
“Hello, Noelle,” he said, laying his bag down on the bed.
“Hello,” she said softly, looking between the doctor and me. “Are you leaving?”
She looked at me. I shook my head wondering why she was so worried. She relaxed a little, but she still seemed a little wary of Doc. I explained what had happened and he started his assessment.
“How does it feel when you breathe?” he asked Ally after he inspected the bruise on her chest that was starting to darken from the two bullets the vest caught.
“A little discomfort, but nothing major,” she said, as he heard her breathing.
He asked a few more questions, and inspected the bump on the back of her head.
“Just a lot of bumps and bruises,” he said, putting his stethoscope around his neck. “Take some pain killers and rest. If you start having double vision or a lot of vomiting, call me, you might need to take her to a hospital. Other than that, you look good.”
“Good,” Ally mumbled, her eyes blinking slowly.
“Alright, what about you?” Doc looked at me.
