Page 22 of The Triplets and the Blonde

Shit. That either meant she was awake or dead.

“Doc wants to see us,” Derek was panting.

Ch. 10 Kira and the walk

The lights were toobright. The bed was too soft. I rolled over. Fuzz or fluff, something got caught up in my mouth. I pulled away. Spitting out the fuzz, I tried to focus on what was right in front of me. It was pink.

Blinking a few more times I tried again to make out what it was. It was too big, too soft, too unnatural. I didn’t even know where I was. I couldn’t think of that, all I could concentrate on was what the heck I was looking at.

“What did the turtle say to the sloth?” a voice called from a distance.

“Huh?” I mumbled unsure what they were saying or why they were saying it to me. Who was talking?

“Let’s take it sloooooow,” the voice laughed. “Get it. Cause they are both slow.”

Something squeezed my left leg. It tightened around it, like a massage. Not too tight, just an odd sensation. Once that one was done the other one started. I ripped the blanket from me. Two white contraptions were wrapped around my legs. They took turns squeezing my legs.

“It’s to keep your blood flow, I think,” one of The Trips said.

I looked around. There was an IV in my hand. On the side of the bed was a bag filled with pee. Which meant I probably had a catheter in me. What had they done to me? It was all coming back to me. The Triplets, the bag I stole, the bushes, the pain in my back, the cell.

My mother was there. Wait, no. I imagined that. I imagined The Trips too. They had caressed me, told me they were there for me. It was in my head. None of that was real.

Now I was back in my cell, but it was different. There was a mattress, blankets, pillows, and what I realized was a pink stuffed sloth. Someone took the time to make my cell...comfy. It didn’t seem like something The Trips would be concerned with. If I had to guess, I would have assumed it was Pat. All the pinks and grays that decorated my cell seemed like something he would do.

“Who did this to me?” I lifted my hand to show him my IV.

“The Doc. She will be by later to check on you,” The Trip replied. He had a hint of laughter to his voice. Which meant it was probably Derek.

“Why? You guys don’t seem like the type to give a fuck about someone like me.” I shoved my hand in the contraption around my leg. It was hot and itchy. This thing was going to have to come off.

“You mean a hot, sexy little thing? Yea totally not our type. Ha.” Derek lifted his head back and fake laughed at me.

“Is everything about sex with you?” I found the velcro and tore off the contraption around my leg.

“Yea. Isn’t it with you?” He stood and walked over to the gate. “You shouldn’t take those off. Doc is not gonna be happy.”

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