A bullet wound and a friendly stranger
Creative writing
1 A bullet wound and a friendly stranger
The pain was blinding, literally, it was hard to see, the whole world was bleary and the only color I could see was white, white and white. A Hospital I thought. They took me to a hospital; this was my chance. Just then I heard a door open and close and a calm voice “Hello Ms. Vaster you were shot in your left calf and were brought to the ER where you are being treated. I am Dr. Callens, one of the doctors that treated you. How are you feeling?”. There was noise after he finished, and after a few minutes of trying to speak my vision cleared and I could finally speak. “I was shot by Richard Brown, the guy that also killed my sister and father five years back, he escaped prison and tried to kill me too, I was with my friends, their names are Layna Mayson and Olivia Canes. Are the police here? They need to come here now, they must catch him, Liv managed to hit him in the head, and he looked dizzy after that, but they need to come here so I could tell them, and they could go and catch him. They need to”. Silence followed. ‘The police are already looking for him, your friends were questioned so the search could officially begin, don’t worry they will find him soon and until then nobody can hurt you here”. A burden was lifted from my chest, so I decided to sit up and officially meet the friendly doctor. He was already looking at me intensely, I hid a smile. He was tall and lean, brown messy hair and brown eyes, he had one- or two-days’ worth of beard, dark moons under his eyes and a 100-degree jawline. Perfect I thought. He proceeded to explain to me the surgery that had been operated to remove the bullet and the medicine I had been given and the state I was in. I made mental notes while he was speaking, the information was vital. He also told me that I had been in the hospital for 4 days. Which meant I would have to leave soon. After he finished talking, I sighed “Hey, I know it will sound crazy – and I apologize in advance for the awkwardness that will much likely follow, but... can I have a hug, I really need it...and it’s okey if you say no... I totally understand”. He was silent only for a second before he responded with coming and sitting down in the bed near me and hugging me. He smelled of coffee and laundry, a pleasant smell. I put my head in his solder and hammed softly, the hug got increasingly warmer, but he was still like metal the whole time. ‘We want to make you feel at home while you are at our hospital’ –my ass. After the appropriate time I pulled back and there was a short moment where he was pulling back too, and I was adjusting myself in his arms. And then I kissed him. His lips were soft and weirdly pleasant. I could tell he was startled, but then I took the kiss further and he started kissing me too. Time went on without me realizing it, I enjoyed every second of it like it was the last time I ever kissed anyone, and maybe that was true. Just before it got too far, he and I both pulled back at the same time. I must say I was surprised, usually they pull back after a peck. He awkwardly got up and straighten up his clothes “I am sorry Mis, but I must stop this right here. I like to keep things professional with my patients. I hope you understand”. He was starting to leave, but I got up and was pleasantly surprised that my leg was just lightly hurting, I would still have to keep my weight to my right leg, but I wasn’t hoping for anything better. I approached him and shushed him, he tried to say something, and that would not be to my advantage so close to the door. “What’s your name?” I asked, whispering. “Ms. Vas-”. “What’s your name?” He looked a bit scared, and I couldn’t help but wonder how I looked. “Sebastian” he said, a bit too loud for my liking. “Well, Sebastian, I must say you are a passionate kisser, thank you for that. Now,” I used my right leg to hit him where it hurt and then my left arm to punch him in the face and my right arm to shut his mouth before he tried to scream. I dragged him to the bed. It was a bit harder than usual, but I could still manage, and I must say he was putting up a hell of a fight. At the end I drugged him and placed him under the bed. I knew he couldn’t move his body with the drugs running in his veins to reach his heart, so I removed my hand from his solders. The drugs would stop his heart at about two minutes so while he was slowly dying, we made eye contact, he really had beautiful eyes. It was great seeing the life go out of them. When I was sure he was dead, I pushed his head under the bed. Ater that was done, I got dressed in jeans and made a top of my bed sheets. I made a mask out of the pillowcase to hide my face. I found a cane that I thought I could use if things got bad later. I also found a lighter in Sebastian’s pocket, I lit up whatever I could in the room. Then I carefully got out of the room, I proceeded to light up everything I could find in my passing. When I walked out of the building, it was half swallowed in flames and smoke. I doubted anyone could survive this. I locked the door with a wood stick that held some small funeral posters just as someone from the inside bunged in the door and screamed. I walked away at first, and then I started running, a single thought of my plan in my head. I must find and kill Rechard Brown.
