High School Sweetheart

Chapter 38

I groan, eyes fluttering open.

"Just Canada. Harmless, good ol' Canada. Now I wouldn't mind polar bears and Eskimos" Quincy's familiar voice fills my ears, and I relax for a second, closing my eyes again. "Open your eyes, you numb-nut" He says, annoyed. My eyes open not because he told me to, but because of what he called me.

"What does that even mean?" I ask. He shrugs. "Quinc, where are we?" I ask, trying to sit up but realizing I can't. I frown, trying again.

"Stop moving" He hissed.

"What's wrong with me? Why can't I move?" I ask, terror filling my body. I know this feeling all too well.

"Do you remember anything from when you fell asleep?" He asks.

I try to recall what happened. I shake my head no, and he sighs.

"You fell off the fifth story with the dead body, landed on it before hitting a car. They captured you, and gave you some kind of drug, but I got you out in time before they decided to kill you" He says.

"I fell off a building?" I ask, nervous. I look at my lower body starting from stomach down. I looked pretty okay, why couldn't I feel anything thing?

"Yea. You somehow survived" Quincy tells me.

"I'm glad I'm not dead" I say.

"Not yet..." He mumbles, and I almost couldn't hear it.

"What?" I ask, scared.

"Shut up!" He spits. "Keep your voice down. They're no doubt combing these parts for you and me"

"Okay, what did you mean by not yet?" I ask.

"They injected something in your neck. I'm not sure what it does, but once we get back into the states in one piece, if we can get back, I'll have the docs check you out" Quincy says. He stands up and turns a light on, and I realize we're in a little shed.

It's dark outside, I think. I couldn't really tell because there were thick curtains on all of the windows. Quincy had a gun in his hand and a bloody t shirt wrapped around his upper left leg, and he walked with a limp.

"So is that serum or whatever why I can't walk or move?" I ask. He nods. "So how do you suppose you get me out of here?" I ask.

"I send you on a slow boat back to the states" He says.

"A boat?" I ask.

"Precisely"

"Where are we, Q?" I ask.

"All the way in western Canada, far up close to Alaska. Ten miles away from where you almost died" He explains.

"What the fuck? How did we get all the way over here?" I exclaim.

"There was no way I could get anywhere else. Plus that boat is the quickest route to the states. Canada is in lockdown. They mistook us for ISIS" Quincy tells me.

"How long have I been out?" I ask.

"Four or five days" He says.

"Dammit" I groan.

"Come on. I have to get you to the docks" He says, and lifts me up. He is surprisingly strong. Carrying me outside, I smell the ocean air.

He walks on the dock, and I see a fishing boat.

"They'll take you as far as Oregon, then you're on your own" He says.