“He’s going to be all right, so are you.”
Words that break through the haze. Trying to figure out who. Why. Pete’s voice. Try to move. Someone holds me down. Open my eyes slowly. Everything blurry. And the pain.
“Damn.” Muttered low. “You tried to kill me.”
Someone chuckles. “No, he saved your life. Though at the moment you may wish otherwise.”
A voice I don’t know. Then another. Talking about transfusions. Pete tells them to do what’s necessary. I feel a prick.
Come too again. This time more alert. Look around. White room. White everything. Except the bag. Blood red. A line from it to my arm. See another bed. Someone in it. Pale, even against the white sheets. Brown eyes watching me.
“Bout time you woke up. I was worried, and scared.” Del tries to smile. “Thank you.” He’s not talking to me now. Well, maybe me. But Pete too, I think, as he steps into view.
“No problem. He helped us so I just returned the favor.” He looks at me. “Sorry about the bullet holes but I wasn’t going to take the chance he and his friend would get away. You just happened to be in the way.” He grins. The man is evil.
But I understand. Nod. Try to smile. After all I’m alive. So is Del. “Where are we?”
“A safe place. I can’t tell you any more than that. The docs say you should be able to leave soon. You’re healing fast, though not as fast as Vik. By the way, he’s doing fine thanks to you. You fucking scared the life out of me there for a bit. The anger was real in case you didn’t get that. But it’s gone, now that I know Vik’s survived. Mychael said it was real touch and go for a while though. He arranged this.” He waves a hand around the room. “We owe you.”
“No. I owe you for helping me save Del.”
“Tit for tat, man. I wish we knew why that bastard was after Vik and if there are more like him out there.”