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An Angel For Bishop: Part 1
An Angel For Bishop: Part 1
When two damaged souls collide can they find salvation.
In 4 parts, based on a post by BurntRedstone.
Listen to the
Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010
Chapter 1
The early
winter storm raged and thrashed across the mountain range. It seemed especially
angry with the narrow mountainside road Dan was cautiously driving his jeep on.
The fierce winds fought to push the jeep across the icy road into the deep
ravine below. If it wasn't for the heavy tire chains he'd installed at the base
of the mountain he'd already be tumbling down that cliff.
He hadn't
intended on being away from his cabin at all before the winter storms arrived.
He'd discovered that some of his med kit supplies had expired and needed
replacing before he was snowed in for the season. It was definitely a bad idea
to skimp on medical supplies when you had no access to a hospital, or doctors,
for up to four months. And since he was in town anyway he'd decided to stock up
on extra food as, you know, no grocery stores in his neighborhood. With the
sudden arrival of what was turning out to be a monster storm he was in danger
of not making it back to his neighborhood at all.
He knew
the road behind him was empty of cars as he'd been the last one through before
the highway patrol closed the gates to the mountain road. By now the road
behind would be completely impassable so there was no going back. Not that he
intended to. Not when he was almost at his turn off. From the curving mountain
road he'd be turning uphill, driving up a rough fire road for two miles then
into an even more rugged trail for another mile through the forest to his
house. If the storm picked up any more even his customized jeep with its extra
clearance wouldn't make it beyond the highway and he'd have to snowshoe in the
remaining distance. That was not something he was looking forward to.
Dan's
jeep ground its way along the snowy road getting closer and closer to the fire
road. A short time later he rounded the last bend and spotted the road marker
indicating his turn was just ahead. On his right side was a thin strip of trees
and beyond that nothing but sky. It was a scary section of road with minimal
guard rails. It paid to take extra care here.
He almost
missed spotting the body in the tree as he drove past. Dan's subconscious mind
latched onto the image and his foot was pressing carefully on the brake before
his conscious mind knew why. Once he stopped he looked back over his shoulder
to confirm what he'd seen. It wasn't just an odd shadow or a clump of branches.
He could clearly see a body leaning into the branches of one of the trees
dangling over the edge of the cliff. He put the jeep in park with the engine
still running, set the hazards on, and cranked the heat up to full. He pulled
his hood up and gloves on before he stepped out of the warm cabin of his jeep
into the wailing storm.
He made
his way to the back of the jeep and looked again at where the body was in the
tree. He'd have to climb up to get it and that was going to be risky. He pulled
his climbing rope out of the back hatch of the jeep and stepped into the
harness. Once secured, he tied the end of the rope to the trailer hitch and
quickly made his way over to the side of the road. He could see the short
section of guard rail had been slammed into, bent over, and broken off. It
rested precariously on the edge. There was very little evidence of skid marks
as the snow was blowing very hard by this point. He cautiously stepped forward
and looked over the edge. Not too far below, maybe 50 feet, he saw the remains
of one of those trike motorcycles. What kind of moron would be driving a
motorcycle this late in the season? Just to the left of the wrecked bike and
sprawled across a broken spruce tree stretching out over the abyss was the
moron. Dan could see his legs were bent at an unnatural angle. Hell, his torso
was bent wrong as well. Most likely his back was broken. The blizzard was
making it very difficult to see the man clearly but he thought he could make
out some kind of emblem on the ripped leather jacket. It could be a Blood
Brothers jacket but he wasn't sure. Christ, he hoped not. If he was from that
gang he was a LONG way from home.
Dan
called out to see if the man was still alive but either the storm was whipping
the sound of his voice away or the man was dead. He looked up at the body in
the tree and realized the helmet had moved to look in his direction so this one
was definitely still alive. From here he couldn't tell if it was a slim man or
a woman. The baggy leathers made it impossible to tell accurately. He took a
few more steps towards the tree and saw its roots were deeply entangled with
the rough cliff side. He judged it to be sturdy enough to support his weight if
he climbed up. Just as he prepared to step off onto the tree he heard the
unmistakable sound of a gunshot followed by a feminine cry. He looked up and saw
the right sleeve of the leather jacket was torn and there was blood dripping
from it. Dan looked down and saw the man below was holding a gun and was
struggling to hold it steady. When he saw it swing towards him he flung himself
back from the edge. A second shot rang out digging through the ground where
he'd just stood.
"What
the fuck are you doing?!?" Dan yelled over the edge. "I'm here to
rescue you!"
"The
bitch is mine! She dies with ME!" he heard the man reply. Another shot was
fired but this one hit a branch to the woman's left. The man was deranged! Dan
wouldn't be able to get to her before the maniac below hit something vital. And
if Dan tried to climb out there he would likely be the target of the next
bullet. He'd taken enough bullets in his life. He had to stop him. Quick!
He
frantically looked around for a weapon, something he could use to stop the
idiot with the gun. Another shot rang out and the woman's helmet snapped to the
side as the bullet grazed it. The only thing Dan saw was the broken section of
guard rail. He reached down and with a huge effort lifted it above his head. It
was damn heavy as chunks of two posts were still attached. Dan shuffled to the
cliff's edge just above where the man was. He heaved the metal beam and lumber
over the edge and watched as it fell.
The man
squealed in terror as the plummeting chunk of steel and lumber rushed down to
crash into his broken body. It tore him and most of the spruce tree from the
cliff face and they all fell hundreds of feet onto the rocks below. The crushed
trike, which had been braced by the tree, slowly slid off the small ledge and
tumbled after its owner.
Dan
quickly stepped out onto the tree and climbed up to the woman. He called out
but she was limp and leaning into the tree. He saw that one of the branches had
pierced her shoulder, pinning her in place. It probably saved her from falling
to her death. The branch hadn't gone all the way through. He strapped her to
his harness then he gently pulled her loose from the branch. Luck was on her
side again. There was very little blood so nothing major had been hit by the
branch.
She was
unexpectedly light. Dan got a good grip then descended the tree with her and
pulled her backwards onto the road. Once safely away from the cliff he untied
her and removed his harness. He scooped her up and carried her to the passenger
side of the jeep. Once the door was open he slid her limp body onto the seat
and pushed the seat back into its reclined position. Closing the door he raced
around the back of the jeep, dropped the rope and harness through the hatch and
got back into the driver's side. His face stung from the interior heat but
after a few seconds it started to feel really good.
Dan reached
into the back seat and grabbed one of the new packages of bandage wrap. He used
his belt knife to open the package and cut a section off. He did a quick field
dressing on both her arm and the puncture wound on her shoulder. He reached
under her helmet and pressed his fingers to her neck. Her pulse was a little
weak but it seemed steady. Her skin was so cold! Looking at the bandages he
realized it was all he could do for now. He really had to get her back to his
house if he was going to save her from freezing to death.
Slipping
back into gear Dan rolled the jeep forward out of the snow pile that had
accumulated around the vehicle. Soon he was moving steadily forward and he
could see the fire road just ahead. The trees sheltered it better than the open
highway but there was still a fair amount of snow to drive through. Dan turned
into the road and maintained a steady pace as the road climbed ever upwards.
The jeep was really struggling in the drifts as he rolled over the final crest
before the forest trail. He quickly glanced at his passenger then swung the
jeep into the trail and surged forward. The going was especially tough here but
the chains continued to grip and dig into the hard ground beneath the snow.
Occasionally he had to fight the wheel as the jeep slipped sideways,
threatening to pin itself between the trees. Somehow he kept the momentum going
until the jeep suddenly left the forest and he faced his garage door fifty feet
ahead. Dan pushed the button on the remote strapped to his visor and saw the
garage door begin to climb. He rolled the jeep forward slowly until it settled
on the pad inside the garage. He pressed the remote button again and the door
closed behind the jeep.
He rushed
over to the inside door and propped it open. He went back to the passenger
side, opened the door and carefully lifted the woman's body out of the jeep,
keeping her helmeted head against his shoulder. He couldn't get over how light
she was. She had to be at least as tall as him but she felt like nothing in his
arms. As quickly and carefully as he could he carried her into the house and
into the first guest bedroom. He set her on the bed and began to remove her
damp clothing. The boots were first then her damp socks. The skin on her toes
was the lightest shade of pink so it didn't look like she had frostbite there.
The leather chaps came off fairly easily but her jeans were very damp. He
unbuttoned them and slipped the zipper down. They weren't very tight but that
was mostly due to how much weight she seemed to have lost. The skin on her legs
almost seemed loose. She wasn't wearing panties and it looked like she kept
herself completely shaved down below. A flash of gold drew his eyes to a single
ring piercing her clitoral hood. He looked away, embarrassed. He dried off her
legs with a thick towel he grabbed from the room's bathroom.
He
removed the chin strap and slid the helmet slowly and carefully upwards until
he could toss it aside. Long but dull and matted platinum blond hair poured out
of the helmet. It felt a bit like dry straw. He pushed it away from her face
and sucked in a breath. She was exquisite! Almond shaped eyes (bruised looking
and still closed), fine brows, high cheekbones, slender nose, and full, lush
lips which currently looked dry and chapped. She was a true beauty, or would be
if she could add on some healthy weight. Her cheeks were a little sunken. While
he wanted to take a closer look at his patient he still had to remove her damp
jacket and shirt. Both came off relatively easily and again Dan could see the
woman was badly underfed. She wore no bra underneath her shirt and considering
her obvious and rather large breast implants he was more than a little
surprised by this. Those breasts had to be uncomfortable without some support.
He saw more piercings, both of her nipples had small gold bars with loops. Dan
dried her torso and arms with the towel then wrapped her in a thick, soft
electric blanket from the room's closet and set it to a medium-high setting. He
ran back to the jeep and grabbed the medical supplies he'd bought. He closed
the garage door and went back to the woman. Opening the blanket to get access
to her wounds he cleaned them and replaced her bandages. Aside from the grazed
arm and the puncture on her shoulder there weren't any other fresh injuries he
could see. Healed or healing ones though, she had plenty of scars to prove
she'd born quite a lot of pain in her life. Some looked like burn marks, like
someone had used her arm as an ashtray.
He'd done
what he could for now. He closed up the blanket and pulled the bed's quilt over
her as well. Her pulse had steadied and seemed strong to him. He'd just have to
wait for her to wake up so he could question her about where she might be
feeling pain. He felt totally inadequate for the task of being her doctor but
he was all she had as the storm continued to rage outside and showed no signs
of lessening.
He went
back to the jeep and unloaded the food. He put most of it into the huge pantry
in the kitchen but the meat went into the deep freezer in the garage.
Back in
the small bathroom of the guest bedroom he poured a glass of water and put it
on the end table next to the bed. It was likely she'd be thirsty when she woke
up.
A quick
look at the clock on the wall showed him it was past dinner time but he was
more tired than hungry. The window in the room showed the sun must have set as
all he could see was the snow that blew against the glass and blackness beyond.
He sat in the room's only chair to keep vigil over his patient but shortly
exhaustion pulled him down into its embrace and he was gone.
Chapter 2
Bullets
whizzed by his head, one taking a nip of his ear as it passed. Still he ran on.
He had to get back to the house.
He could hear
the steady beat of the approaching copter's blades as he ran from cover to
cover, popping up to fire a round through the head of the next unlucky bastard
to get between him and the house. He felt the sting of a bullet passing through
his calf but he put that sensation aside and continued on. He slammed into the
front door of the house only this time it was locked and he had no way in.
Dan
gasped awake, the nightmare still raw in his mind. He could feel the familiar
ache in his right calf. He leaned forward and put his head in his hands. His
forehead was dripping wet. He shuddered as the reaction left his body. It was
obvious to him what had triggered him this time. He hadn't been shot at in
years but you never forget.
Pulling
his hands down he noticed the room around him. He glanced at the clock and was
startled to see that he'd slept through the night. It was almost 7am.
Then he
felt eyes on him.
Right!
The woman!
He looked
over at her and saw she was awake and staring in his direction from behind her
bangs, her gaze dull. The bed's quilt had been thrown back but she was still
cocooned within the electric blanket. She had it wrapped around her head and
all the way down and over her feet. Only her face showed.
He
stepped to the side of the bed and knelt down so he wasn't towering over her.
Her eyes remained downcast, pointing somewhere in the general vicinity of his
chest. He tried to get her to look into his eyes but she seemed to be avoiding
this. He didn't quite know what to make of this behavior.
"Hi,
my name's Dan. Dan Bishop. You were in an accident out there on the mountain
road. I found you and brought you to my home because the road back to town was
closed by snow." He saw no response. "Can you hear me?" She
nodded almost imperceptibly.
"Can
you tell me your name?" Nothing.
"I
need you to wiggle your toes." He saw a slight motion at the bottom of the
blanket.
"Good!
How about your fingers?" The sides of the blanket moved a little as she
moved her fingers.
"That's
excellent! Can you tell me where you might be feeling pain?" Nothing.
Dan was
feeling desperately out of his element. She could obviously understand what he
was saying but she couldn't or wouldn't talk. Maybe she was frightened or
embarrassed. I mean, she was in a strange place and a stranger had obviously
removed her clothes. God! He was suddenly so embarrassed himself! While he knew
it had been necessary he was still a little ashamed for having undressed her
when she was unconscious.
"Look,
I'm terribly sorry for removing your clothes but they were wet and you were
freezing to death. I'll get you something warm to wear." Dan suddenly
realized there probably wasn't any woman's clothing in his house. He walked
over to the dresser and checked in a few of the drawers. Nothing. "Uh, I
might have something in the other rooms. I'll be right back." He rushed
through the other guest rooms and again found nothing except a skimpy white
bikini bathing suit. Last summer his buddy Wally visited with his latest
girlfriend and she must have left it behind. She'd been petite and her tits had
been much smaller than this woman's but he thought the swimsuit might be a good
substitute for underwear at least. He went into his room and gathered up a
flannel shirt, a thick sweater, some fleece sweat pants which had a drawstring,
and a pair of warm socks.
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An Angel For Bishop: Part 1
When two damaged souls collide can they find salvation.
In 4 parts, based on a post by BurntRedstone.
Listen to the
Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010
Chapter 1
The early
winter storm raged and thrashed across the mountain range. It seemed especially
angry with the narrow mountainside road Dan was cautiously driving his jeep on.
The fierce winds fought to push the jeep across the icy road into the deep
ravine below. If it wasn't for the heavy tire chains he'd installed at the base
of the mountain he'd already be tumbling down that cliff.
He hadn't
intended on being away from his cabin at all before the winter storms arrived.
He'd discovered that some of his med kit supplies had expired and needed
replacing before he was snowed in for the season. It was definitely a bad idea
to skimp on medical supplies when you had no access to a hospital, or doctors,
for up to four months. And since he was in town anyway he'd decided to stock up
on extra food as, you know, no grocery stores in his neighborhood. With the
sudden arrival of what was turning out to be a monster storm he was in danger
of not making it back to his neighborhood at all.
He knew
the road behind him was empty of cars as he'd been the last one through before
the highway patrol closed the gates to the mountain road. By now the road
behind would be completely impassable so there was no going back. Not that he
intended to. Not when he was almost at his turn off. From the curving mountain
road he'd be turning uphill, driving up a rough fire road for two miles then
into an even more rugged trail for another mile through the forest to his
house. If the storm picked up any more even his customized jeep with its extra
clearance wouldn't make it beyond the highway and he'd have to snowshoe in the
remaining distance. That was not something he was looking forward to.
Dan's
jeep ground its way along the snowy road getting closer and closer to the fire
road. A short time later he rounded the last bend and spotted the road marker
indicating his turn was just ahead. On his right side was a thin strip of trees
and beyond that nothing but sky. It was a scary section of road with minimal
guard rails. It paid to take extra care here.
He almost
missed spotting the body in the tree as he drove past. Dan's subconscious mind
latched onto the image and his foot was pressing carefully on the brake before
his conscious mind knew why. Once he stopped he looked back over his shoulder
to confirm what he'd seen. It wasn't just an odd shadow or a clump of branches.
He could clearly see a body leaning into the branches of one of the trees
dangling over the edge of the cliff. He put the jeep in park with the engine
still running, set the hazards on, and cranked the heat up to full. He pulled
his hood up and gloves on before he stepped out of the warm cabin of his jeep
into the wailing storm.
He made
his way to the back of the jeep and looked again at where the body was in the
tree. He'd have to climb up to get it and that was going to be risky. He pulled
his climbing rope out of the back hatch of the jeep and stepped into the
harness. Once secured, he tied the end of the rope to the trailer hitch and
quickly made his way over to the side of the road. He could see the short
section of guard rail had been slammed into, bent over, and broken off. It
rested precariously on the edge. There was very little evidence of skid marks
as the snow was blowing very hard by this point. He cautiously stepped forward
and looked over the edge. Not too far below, maybe 50 feet, he saw the remains
of one of those trike motorcycles. What kind of moron would be driving a
motorcycle this late in the season? Just to the left of the wrecked bike and
sprawled across a broken spruce tree stretching out over the abyss was the
moron. Dan could see his legs were bent at an unnatural angle. Hell, his torso
was bent wrong as well. Most likely his back was broken. The blizzard was
making it very difficult to see the man clearly but he thought he could make
out some kind of emblem on the ripped leather jacket. It could be a Blood
Brothers jacket but he wasn't sure. Christ, he hoped not. If he was from that
gang he was a LONG way from home.
Dan
called out to see if the man was still alive but either the storm was whipping
the sound of his voice away or the man was dead. He looked up at the body in
the tree and realized the helmet had moved to look in his direction so this one
was definitely still alive. From here he couldn't tell if it was a slim man or
a woman. The baggy leathers made it impossible to tell accurately. He took a
few more steps towards the tree and saw its roots were deeply entangled with
the rough cliff side. He judged it to be sturdy enough to support his weight if
he climbed up. Just as he prepared to step off onto the tree he heard the
unmistakable sound of a gunshot followed by a feminine cry. He looked up and saw
the right sleeve of the leather jacket was torn and there was blood dripping
from it. Dan looked down and saw the man below was holding a gun and was
struggling to hold it steady. When he saw it swing towards him he flung himself
back from the edge. A second shot rang out digging through the ground where
he'd just stood.
"What
the fuck are you doing?!?" Dan yelled over the edge. "I'm here to
rescue you!"
"The
bitch is mine! She dies with ME!" he heard the man reply. Another shot was
fired but this one hit a branch to the woman's left. The man was deranged! Dan
wouldn't be able to get to her before the maniac below hit something vital. And
if Dan tried to climb out there he would likely be the target of the next
bullet. He'd taken enough bullets in his life. He had to stop him. Quick!
He
frantically looked around for a weapon, something he could use to stop the
idiot with the gun. Another shot rang out and the woman's helmet snapped to the
side as the bullet grazed it. The only thing Dan saw was the broken section of
guard rail. He reached down and with a huge effort lifted it above his head. It
was damn heavy as chunks of two posts were still attached. Dan shuffled to the
cliff's edge just above where the man was. He heaved the metal beam and lumber
over the edge and watched as it fell.
The man
squealed in terror as the plummeting chunk of steel and lumber rushed down to
crash into his broken body. It tore him and most of the spruce tree from the
cliff face and they all fell hundreds of feet onto the rocks below. The crushed
trike, which had been braced by the tree, slowly slid off the small ledge and
tumbled after its owner.
Dan
quickly stepped out onto the tree and climbed up to the woman. He called out
but she was limp and leaning into the tree. He saw that one of the branches had
pierced her shoulder, pinning her in place. It probably saved her from falling
to her death. The branch hadn't gone all the way through. He strapped her to
his harness then he gently pulled her loose from the branch. Luck was on her
side again. There was very little blood so nothing major had been hit by the
branch.
She was
unexpectedly light. Dan got a good grip then descended the tree with her and
pulled her backwards onto the road. Once safely away from the cliff he untied
her and removed his harness. He scooped her up and carried her to the passenger
side of the jeep. Once the door was open he slid her limp body onto the seat
and pushed the seat back into its reclined position. Closing the door he raced
around the back of the jeep, dropped the rope and harness through the hatch and
got back into the driver's side. His face stung from the interior heat but
after a few seconds it started to feel really good.
Dan reached
into the back seat and grabbed one of the new packages of bandage wrap. He used
his belt knife to open the package and cut a section off. He did a quick field
dressing on both her arm and the puncture wound on her shoulder. He reached
under her helmet and pressed his fingers to her neck. Her pulse was a little
weak but it seemed steady. Her skin was so cold! Looking at the bandages he
realized it was all he could do for now. He really had to get her back to his
house if he was going to save her from freezing to death.
Slipping
back into gear Dan rolled the jeep forward out of the snow pile that had
accumulated around the vehicle. Soon he was moving steadily forward and he
could see the fire road just ahead. The trees sheltered it better than the open
highway but there was still a fair amount of snow to drive through. Dan turned
into the road and maintained a steady pace as the road climbed ever upwards.
The jeep was really struggling in the drifts as he rolled over the final crest
before the forest trail. He quickly glanced at his passenger then swung the
jeep into the trail and surged forward. The going was especially tough here but
the chains continued to grip and dig into the hard ground beneath the snow.
Occasionally he had to fight the wheel as the jeep slipped sideways,
threatening to pin itself between the trees. Somehow he kept the momentum going
until the jeep suddenly left the forest and he faced his garage door fifty feet
ahead. Dan pushed the button on the remote strapped to his visor and saw the
garage door begin to climb. He rolled the jeep forward slowly until it settled
on the pad inside the garage. He pressed the remote button again and the door
closed behind the jeep.
He rushed
over to the inside door and propped it open. He went back to the passenger
side, opened the door and carefully lifted the woman's body out of the jeep,
keeping her helmeted head against his shoulder. He couldn't get over how light
she was. She had to be at least as tall as him but she felt like nothing in his
arms. As quickly and carefully as he could he carried her into the house and
into the first guest bedroom. He set her on the bed and began to remove her
damp clothing. The boots were first then her damp socks. The skin on her toes
was the lightest shade of pink so it didn't look like she had frostbite there.
The leather chaps came off fairly easily but her jeans were very damp. He
unbuttoned them and slipped the zipper down. They weren't very tight but that
was mostly due to how much weight she seemed to have lost. The skin on her legs
almost seemed loose. She wasn't wearing panties and it looked like she kept
herself completely shaved down below. A flash of gold drew his eyes to a single
ring piercing her clitoral hood. He looked away, embarrassed. He dried off her
legs with a thick towel he grabbed from the room's bathroom.
He
removed the chin strap and slid the helmet slowly and carefully upwards until
he could toss it aside. Long but dull and matted platinum blond hair poured out
of the helmet. It felt a bit like dry straw. He pushed it away from her face
and sucked in a breath. She was exquisite! Almond shaped eyes (bruised looking
and still closed), fine brows, high cheekbones, slender nose, and full, lush
lips which currently looked dry and chapped. She was a true beauty, or would be
if she could add on some healthy weight. Her cheeks were a little sunken. While
he wanted to take a closer look at his patient he still had to remove her damp
jacket and shirt. Both came off relatively easily and again Dan could see the
woman was badly underfed. She wore no bra underneath her shirt and considering
her obvious and rather large breast implants he was more than a little
surprised by this. Those breasts had to be uncomfortable without some support.
He saw more piercings, both of her nipples had small gold bars with loops. Dan
dried her torso and arms with the towel then wrapped her in a thick, soft
electric blanket from the room's closet and set it to a medium-high setting. He
ran back to the jeep and grabbed the medical supplies he'd bought. He closed
the garage door and went back to the woman. Opening the blanket to get access
to her wounds he cleaned them and replaced her bandages. Aside from the grazed
arm and the puncture on her shoulder there weren't any other fresh injuries he
could see. Healed or healing ones though, she had plenty of scars to prove
she'd born quite a lot of pain in her life. Some looked like burn marks, like
someone had used her arm as an ashtray.
He'd done
what he could for now. He closed up the blanket and pulled the bed's quilt over
her as well. Her pulse had steadied and seemed strong to him. He'd just have to
wait for her to wake up so he could question her about where she might be
feeling pain. He felt totally inadequate for the task of being her doctor but
he was all she had as the storm continued to rage outside and showed no signs
of lessening.
He went
back to the jeep and unloaded the food. He put most of it into the huge pantry
in the kitchen but the meat went into the deep freezer in the garage.
Back in
the small bathroom of the guest bedroom he poured a glass of water and put it
on the end table next to the bed. It was likely she'd be thirsty when she woke
up.
A quick
look at the clock on the wall showed him it was past dinner time but he was
more tired than hungry. The window in the room showed the sun must have set as
all he could see was the snow that blew against the glass and blackness beyond.
He sat in the room's only chair to keep vigil over his patient but shortly
exhaustion pulled him down into its embrace and he was gone.
Chapter 2
Bullets
whizzed by his head, one taking a nip of his ear as it passed. Still he ran on.
He had to get back to the house.
He could hear
the steady beat of the approaching copter's blades as he ran from cover to
cover, popping up to fire a round through the head of the next unlucky bastard
to get between him and the house. He felt the sting of a bullet passing through
his calf but he put that sensation aside and continued on. He slammed into the
front door of the house only this time it was locked and he had no way in.
Dan
gasped awake, the nightmare still raw in his mind. He could feel the familiar
ache in his right calf. He leaned forward and put his head in his hands. His
forehead was dripping wet. He shuddered as the reaction left his body. It was
obvious to him what had triggered him this time. He hadn't been shot at in
years but you never forget.
Pulling
his hands down he noticed the room around him. He glanced at the clock and was
startled to see that he'd slept through the night. It was almost 7am.
Then he
felt eyes on him.
Right!
The woman!
He looked
over at her and saw she was awake and staring in his direction from behind her
bangs, her gaze dull. The bed's quilt had been thrown back but she was still
cocooned within the electric blanket. She had it wrapped around her head and
all the way down and over her feet. Only her face showed.
He
stepped to the side of the bed and knelt down so he wasn't towering over her.
Her eyes remained downcast, pointing somewhere in the general vicinity of his
chest. He tried to get her to look into his eyes but she seemed to be avoiding
this. He didn't quite know what to make of this behavior.
"Hi,
my name's Dan. Dan Bishop. You were in an accident out there on the mountain
road. I found you and brought you to my home because the road back to town was
closed by snow." He saw no response. "Can you hear me?" She
nodded almost imperceptibly.
"Can
you tell me your name?" Nothing.
"I
need you to wiggle your toes." He saw a slight motion at the bottom of the
blanket.
"Good!
How about your fingers?" The sides of the blanket moved a little as she
moved her fingers.
"That's
excellent! Can you tell me where you might be feeling pain?" Nothing.
Dan was
feeling desperately out of his element. She could obviously understand what he
was saying but she couldn't or wouldn't talk. Maybe she was frightened or
embarrassed. I mean, she was in a strange place and a stranger had obviously
removed her clothes. God! He was suddenly so embarrassed himself! While he knew
it had been necessary he was still a little ashamed for having undressed her
when she was unconscious.
"Look,
I'm terribly sorry for removing your clothes but they were wet and you were
freezing to death. I'll get you something warm to wear." Dan suddenly
realized there probably wasn't any woman's clothing in his house. He walked
over to the dresser and checked in a few of the drawers. Nothing. "Uh, I
might have something in the other rooms. I'll be right back." He rushed
through the other guest rooms and again found nothing except a skimpy white
bikini bathing suit. Last summer his buddy Wally visited with his latest
girlfriend and she must have left it behind. She'd been petite and her tits had
been much smaller than this woman's but he thought the swimsuit might be a good
substitute for underwear at least. He went into his room and gathered up a
flannel shirt, a thick sweater, some fleece sweat pants which had a drawstring,
and a pair of warm socks.
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