On The Run

Twenty Six

My caterer finally leaves me in my room to find the doctor. I'm at a loss. I look at my body, and it looks like I have been mauled by a bear.

I know I'm going to be asked a lot of questions, but honestly, the only thing I can remember is screaming at Nick. I told him he was a horrible brother for not letting me go to my friends... I was so childish. Even though my memory represents one of a gold fish, I still know that I have matured greatly in the time that my body has gained these scars.

I look towards the door as I hear shoes tap against the hard floor down the hall. The handle opens and the doctor comes in with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. He looks at me like a broken toy...

And that's exactly how I feel...

Steve's POV
Flashback:
"GOD DAMN IT!" I scream as I hit my steering wheel so hard that it triggers the horn.

Why now? Why do I have to feel like shit now. I left the place, I left the girl, and I tried to leave the fricken memory behind. Of course my conscience has to nag for my attention that if I leave we there, she may not make it with just the simple wrappings I put her in.

Before I can really think about what I'm doing, I turn my raggedy ass car around and head back to the girl.

I am around ten minutes away from the farm when I see something laying at the side of the road. When my car comes closer to it, I notice the trail of blood that follows behind the lifeless body as I realize she must have walked too much and messed up her gauze.

She's bleeding to death. Probably about to bite the dust. I get out of my car, and open the passenger door so I don't have to struggle with it later.

I walk up to the broken girl in front of me... Iz. Her name is Iz, and I bend down to pick her up. She's
At an awkward angle, sloping down toward the ditch next to the rocky road. Her eyes are closed, and I notice she has a  black and blue bruise under her left eye. I honestly kind of feel bad...

Finally, I decide the best thing to do is just reach under her arms and then try to go from there.

I cup under her arms and lift her upper torso up pretty easy, and her head rolls around like a rag doll. Then, balancing her with my right hand, I reach under her legs and scoop her up.

Carrying her bridal style, I walk back to my shit-mobile and lay her down in the passenger seat.

I don't know this place very well, and there isn't a signal to use my phone for a GPS, so I just take her to town. There must be some medical center there. It's about a half hour drive, using the speed limit. However, I'm proud to say this good ole Samaritan got her to town in a record breaking 15 minutes.

After driving around for another five minutes, I find a walk in center and figure if I leave her here, they will transport her to wherever she really needs to go.

I get out of the car and awkwardly carry her toward the door, laying her down carefully and walk away.

Now I can leave this whole memory behind without the damn guilt.

Iz's POV
"How are you feeling?" The doctor asks.

"Fine." I reply, not really expecting him to care, however he looks at me with his deep brown eyes incredulously.

"Oh, really? Then I guess you can go home now." He states, matter of factly.

"Really?" I ask, getting excited to sleep in my own bed again. However, he squashed that thought like a bug.