Page 27 of Creature's Vengeance
Phyllis pulled the needle free from my arm and pressed on the vein for a few seconds before placing a bandage over the top. She handed me my water cup and opened a package with two Ibuprofen, which I swallowed with a few gulps of water.
“Let’s get you into the wheelchair.”
Creature placed me on the seat and yanked the blanket from my bed, tucking it around my legs so it didn’t get caught in the wheels or drag on the ground.
“Discharge papers in case anyone asks or stops us.” Phyllis placed the documents on my lap. “They have instructions on home care.”
That was good. I was sure to need them.
Phyllis opened more drawers, emptying all my possessions into a bag. She handed it to me before turning to Creature.
“Let’s go,” he announced as he gripped the handles on the wheelchair, pushing me toward the door.
“I’ll lead the way,” Phyllis offered.
We followed her into the hallway as Creature pushed me at a steady pace. I glanced up at him and caught the hard line of his jaw. He seemed anxious.
We took several turns, moving past two separate nurse stations before approaching a set of elevators. Phyllis swiped her badge, and the doors opened to an empty interior. It seemed wider than an average elevator, which was probably used only for patient transport.
When they opened again, we exited onto the ground floor and to a private exit. No visitors used this door.
Outside, a white van was parked.
Creature pushed me to the passenger door and swung it open. “Manic, I need your help.”
Manic, another biker in a leather vest, slid from behind the wheel and joined us.
“Be careful. She’s hurt,” Creature informed him as he climbed inside and sat in the passenger seat. “Hand her to me.”
Manic lifted me with care as Creature held out his arms. All the jostling put pressure on my tender wound and bruises. I winced and Creature saw.
“You okay?”
“Just in pain,” I managed to grit between clenched teeth. I sat on Creature’s lap as Manic covered me with the blanket.
“Shit. We’ll take it easy.” He shot Manic a look.
Phyllis waved. “I’ll be over in the morning before my shift starts.”
“Thank you,” Creature replied with a tight smile.
“Don’t worry. I got everything covered on this end.” She turned and reentered the hospital as Manic shut the door.
He hustled around to the driver’s side and climbed inside. “I’ll try to watch the turns and road for bumps.”
“I appreciate that. Thanks,” I whispered, already fatigued from the short trip outdoors.
We left the parking lot, and I lowered my head, resting it on Creature’s shoulder.
“Anything I can do for you?”
“No. I’m just dizzy,” I confessed. “Tired, too.”
“Close your eyes. Rest.”
I yawned, intending to shut my eyes for a few minutes, but the rhythmic rocking of the van provided enough motion to sway my body against Creature’s. Safe and warm, I drifted asleep, allowing my body the ability to continue the healing process.
Chapter 8 Creature
