Some Things Can't Be Solved With Just Clues

Chapter 26: The Dong Destroyer

"Once we get there, I'm going to sit and cry."

"So, what's the plan? Stay at the hospital until Con gets released? You're already pretty stable, they're going to release you soon. "

"I dunno." I shrug, not knowing, "Maybe I'll just live on the streets. It's been my dream ever since I was a little boy to live on the streets."

    "Is right now really a good time to joke around about that?"

    "Ye."

    "No. You're staying with me. But aren't we forgetting something? Like... I don't know, a life changing eye surgery?," Kaz says, leaving no room for an argument.

"Oh. Right," I laugh sheepishly.

Kaz parks in the hospital parking lot.    He pulls me out of the car and carries me on his back, piggyback style.

"You know, I can walk," I say, looking down at the back of Kaz's head.

"I know," he responds quietly, turning around to face me.

"You dong, put me down," I whisper to him out of embarrassment, "People are looking."

"So...?" Kaz asks, confused.

"Ugh, nevermind."

Kaz jumps back into the same window that we'd just escaped from and sets me onto the bed that had turned cold. I shiver at its coldness. Adjusting to the coldness, I snuggle under the pearly white sheets and doze off.

Sudden Change of POV to Kaz!?!?!

I sit on one of the nearby chairs next to Investigaytor's bed. I lean in on him, curious if he had actually fallen asleep. Hearing quiet snores, I back away, confirming that he was indeed asleep. A few minutes later, I hear a slight knock at the door. A typical, sexy nurse enters the room.

"I assume that you are Kaz?" the woman asks, showing cleavage as she walks closer to me, checking me out.

"I assume that you're one of those stereotypical nurses with DD's?" I ask, playing along, though not interested in what she says unless it concerns Investigaytor.

She giggles, trying to seem alluring, "I wouldn't call myself that, but thank you for the compliment~" She walks even closer to me. "Your... friend here... is going to undergo surgery quite soon. We're going to move him, so sadly, you're going to have to step out as one of the doctors help me move him to another bed-"

    "I'll move him," I demand, interrupting her while standing up. "Where's the bed?"

    "It's just outside of this room, but it'll be best if one of the doctors..."

    "No." I stare at her with determined eyes. She finally shrugs and allows me to move him. I slowly take off the bed sheets that covered his body, picking him up gently. Making sure I didn't wake him up just yet, I walk through the doorway as the nurse holds the door open. She slips a small piece of paper into my pocket, but I don't take note of it since my main priority was his safety. Gently, I place him atop of the neatly made bed in front of the room we'd just come out of.

    I stare at the doctor that was heading our way, the doctor forming a face of confusion.

    "I thought I was supposed to help put him...?" He sighs, realizing that it was alright. He turns to me, "You carried him here, yes? Thank you, you've made my job a bit easier. I will take it from here, you can follow us, but you'll have to stay outside of the room."

    I nod, fully understanding. As we begin to walk, the nurse bumps my hip, notifying me of the paper she'd put in my pocket, before walking in front of me and showing off her ass. I gag internally from disgust, but reach inside my pocket to check what the paper was for. All I see is a line of numbers, assuming it was her phone number. Making sure she wasn't looking, I rip it as fast as I could, as throw it in the nearest trashcan. Then, the nurse and the doctor stop in front of a room.