We never got Mom to the tub. After I heaved everything in my stomach onto my parent's bedroom floor, I held my breath and tried to lift Mom, but she was freaking heavy.
Suzie wouldn't come anywhere near Mom once she saw the disgusting mess of feces on the bed. My sister ran out of the room and refused to come back in.Thank goodness Dad got home in record time after Suzie ditched me because I didn't know what else to do. The shock on Dad's face once he saw Mom was something I'd never seen before.Dad was actually scared.After trying to wake Mom up with no success, he told me to grab a blanket from the linen closet. He moved Mom from the bed of her bloody feces to the blanket, cleaned her face, and forced ibuprofen down her throat before carrying her to our SUV.Five minutes later we were speed racing to the hospital until Dad slammed on the brakes. Somehow, we'd landed in the middle of bumper to bumper traffic only a mile from the hospital."Casey, go see what the holdup is." Dad's voice was shrill.I could tell he was contemplating doing something drastic in order to get Mom to the Emergency Room."I'll have an ambulance come to get her," I said.Dad's stiff demeanor didn't ease. "Just hurry."I jumped out of the car and took off."Hurry, Case! I can't take this smell much longer." Suzie hollered. Her head was hanging out the window, red hair and all. At Dad's insistence, she was still trying to get through to 911.As I ran down the dark sidewalk, I noticed a bunch of vehicles with people that had swollen, bruised faces like Mom. After about three-quarters of a mile, I slowed to glance inside a small sedan filled to the brim with kids of all ages. There had to be at least six kids stuffed inside. The young woman at the wheel was on the phone freaking out and was way too young to be their mother. Maybe she was their babysitter.Two toddlers with lumpy and bruised faces were asleep while the older ones were struggling to keep their gooey swollen eyes open. They all had similar symptoms to Mom.I continued running until I discovered the cause of the traffic. Empty cars with their doors hanging open were triple parked chaotically along the road next to the hospital. They formed a blockade across the entire street, stopping all traffic from both directions.The parking lot had reached capacity a long time ago and everyone was blocked in.My stomach dropped at the realization that the hospital had become a freakshow. It would become a memory I would never forget.Hundreds of people struggled to walk with their nearly unconscious loved ones in their arms. My gaze locked on one man holding two unconscious toddlers in his arms like rag dolls. He struggled to keep the children from flopping out of his grip.Most of the sick were just as bad or worse than my mom. Some were puking on the walkway, splattering vomit onto bystanders.
Away from the clusters of people, an elderly man caught my attention. He was sitting motionless against the building and it took me a moment to come to the conclusion that the shadows covering his skin were dark purple bruises. A dark liquid oozed from his eyes and ears. Was that blood?People had collapsed on the grass, sidewalks, and even on the asphalt because they were too weak to stand or hold their loved ones upright. Those who still had strength were mashed together in a huge group, pushing and fighting to get inside. Some were staggering back and forth as others were shoving one another.Several people were angrily shouting and threatening each other about why it was more important that they see a doctor first. I couldn't understand why they were fighting because there wasn't one medical professional in sight.What the hell was going on? Where were all the nurses and doctors? Or police? Because this craziness was getting way out of control. People were close to throwing punches if they hadn't already.Help had to be here somewhere because police cruisers and ambulances were haphazardly parked in front of every entrance with their lights blazing, but I couldn't find one officer managing the madness and not one EMT was visible. We all needed help. Where were the professionals?I had to see what was going on inside. Mom needed help hours ago. There had to be nurses checking people in.Maybe there was a list I could sign her up on. There had to be some sort of organization to this madness.But what if there wasn't? The thought scared the crap out of me. If we couldn't bring her here, then where would we go, and more importantly, how much time did Mom have left?I maneuvered and ducked my way through one crowd to see that the waiting room was packed solid.And holy crap, it stunk. Bad.Sick people were everywhere. Some were passed out on the floor and others were stepping directly on them.I noticed several hulked out men decked out in non-descript black uniforms and medical masks, forcing people to stay away from the doors that separated us from the patient areas. It looked like they had rifles slung over their shoulders.I jumped up and down to check for nurses or staff, but they were all MIA. I noticed the elevator was also being guarded by more of the huge bouncers wearing the same get up, but these guys were also sporting handguns on their hips.What the hell? They didn't look like police.Some guy, trying to pass me, yanked my hoodie and pushed me to the side. I tripped over a teenage boy not much younger than me. He was hunched over on the tile floor, face down and unconscious.I struggled to stand and nearly stepped on his arm. Dark red blood oozed out of his swollen eyes and ears. Was he dead?Before I could check, someone elbowed me in the face almost hitting me directly in the eye. This crowd was going to kill me. Trying again not to step on the possibly dead boy on the ground, I found my balance."Where are all the doctors? Why aren't they helping us?" A woman said beside me. She hugged a wailing infant tight to her."My brother is dying in my car. There are people waiting for miles to get in. What are you people doing here?" The man that pushed me over was standing on top of the front check-in desk, yelling at the men holding guns.The crowd started egging him on."Help us!" A couple people yelled."We need medicine!" A woman screamed."Daddy! Get up!" A little girl cried. "Daddy!""My wife just stopped breathing!" A man yelled. "My wife's dead! Please save her!"The voices became louder and louder until people started pushing from the back of the crowd. I tried to stop them from stepping on the sick boy under me and from pushing the small woman with the baby, but they were way too strong.The force of the furious crowd throttled me forward into the back of a woman that smelled exactly like my seventy-year-old neighbor, but she wasn't nearly as nice. The woman grabbed my hair, wrenching my face over her shoulder and held it there."Wait your turn!" She screamed at me. Then, she punched me in the side of my face over and over again.She was one of those women that had big rings on every finger. I mean, yeah, they were most likely costume jewelry, but that didn't mean they hurt any less. Damn, I'd definitely underestimated the scrappy old broad because she landed some decent hits before we were both thrown forward by the angry mob.The woman was forced to let go of my hair in order to protect herself from hitting the floor.I got to my feet. I had to get out of this shit storm. I didn't pay attention to who I kicked or stepped on, I just wanted out.Wherever we were going to find help, it wasn't going to be here. Once I finally made it to the sidewalk, my body jerked at the pop of gunshots. I took off running at full speed.People yelled and screamed. I couldn't tell if they were fighting the armed guards or if they were trying to get away, but I didn't care. This hospital had no intention of helping any of us.As I ran toward my family, I spotted the car full of kids. The woman was pacing outside the car."Hey, I saw you run past here earlier, didn't I?" Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears. "Were those gunshots I heard?"I slowed my pace. "Yeah, go somewhere else. This hospital isn't helping anyone.""Where?" She yelled as I passed her."I have no idea. Just don't go here!" I couldn't turn to see her face. All those sick kids in her car squeezed at my heart, but I had no answers. This was a crap storm no matter which you looked at it."Where's the ambulance?" Dad was pissed. He must've yelled it ten times once he spotted me.What I was about to tell him could send him into hysterics.As my feet pounded closer, I noticed he and Suzie were standing beside a group of four strangers. Three men and a woman. Other people who'd lost their patience were leaning against their vehicles, waiting for the traffic to clear.I sprinted up to Dad and bent over, struggling to catch my breath. Running on full throttle in the cold night air forced a sharp cough to erupt from my lungs. "No ambulance... is coming. Cars... are full... of sick people all the way to the hospital... and both roads are completely blocked."Another hard cough raked out of me."Don't get me sick, too." Suzie backed away from me.I threw a mean glare at her. "I'm not sick. I ran my butt off to get back here, you little brat. Excuse me for breathing."Dad set a hand on my shoulder, analyzing the side of my face. "Tell me what happened."
My gaze drifted over Derek as he stared up at the half moon while making the call. The rugged, untamed look was really working for him, and it was impressive how easily he'd rolled with the onslaught of problems.Derek had even offered to be the solution. He knew it could lead to incarceration, but he was willing to sacrifice himself. Somewhere in this rough and dangerous guy lurked a responsible protector.Grant let out a painful groan, pulling me out of my stupor. His face scrunched up as he bent over, clutching his stomach tighter.Suzie's brow wrinkled as she lightly placed a hand on his shoulder.When the pain appeared to subside, Grant silently turned and walked back to their truck. Even though I wasn't Grant's biggest fan, I still felt awful for him.Suzie watched him longingly until he opened the truck door. Then she sadly returned to check on Mom.I glanced over at the big man who gazed toward his wife and son as he massaged the back of his neck."I can
"Come on. We need to hurry. I'm parked at least a block from here." Derek released my wrist to pull out his keys. He didn't spare me a glance before briskly making his way up the darkest part of the road. "We need to stay in the shadows so that lady won't see us."I followed him closely and kept an eye out for her. Every car had someone sitting in the driver's seat, but it was too dark to see anything else. And truthfully, I didn't want to see anything at all. I'd seen enough as it was.Derek glanced back to make sure I was still with him. When his eyes met mine for a millisecond, the corner of his mouth tipped up. "Just a little further.""Okay," I whispered.Hollering lady wasn't making a sound. Maybe she went back to her car after that confrontation."This is me." He led me to a dark motorcycle with reflective stripes and inserted his key.My eyes bulged. There was no frigging way I was getting on that deathtrap. "A motorcycle? Do you have a death wish or someth
"Thomas, dude, you're here." Derek's relief was obvious as he fist bumped Thomas. He must've been lying earlier and wasn't sure if Thomas would be here. "Is Mitch inside?""Yeah, but keep it down. He's passed out in back. Said he was feeling under the weather." Thomas ran a hand through his light brown crew cut as his eyes slid from Derek to me. "Dude, you're rude as hell, aren't you gonna introduce me to this vixen?"Derek's eyes flicked to mine. I could see the apprehension all over him. Under the weather. We'd both heard the same thing. Mitch had an illness, and from all we'd seen tonight, it could be assumed Mitch was sick with the same thing as everyone else."Damn dude. Staring at the beautiful woman isn't an introduction," Without grabbing a jacket or shoes, Thomas jogged down the four steps and walked toward me, his muscles taunting me. Thomas was ripped. He held out his hand. "I'm real sorry about Derek. He's known for being moronic from time to time. I'm Thomas—"
"What the hell is going on?" Thomas threw his cell phone at the dashboard. It bounced off the windshield, cracking the phone's screen. "I keep getting some damn recording.""Dude, I told you the phones are out." Derek shifted on the bench seat pushing his thigh against mine.Thomas's jaw hardened, but he didn't speak as he stared at the road. I was feeling the same way. What was there to say?We'd tried the radio again and still failed to get a signal, which was really beginning to scare me. My eyes kept wandering back to the unending stream of numbers as the radio cycled continuously.Thankfully, we decided to leave Derek's motorcycle behind for our little escapade. When I saw Thomas pull around his beefed out Ford truck, my jaw dropped. The thing was frigging huge with gigantic tires. And when I say gigantic, I mean it. A three foot lift is ridiculous when you're trying to get into any vehicle, and I'm a basketball player who has to make jump shots. Well, I'm only five
After watching the guys walk inside the warehouse, I crawled into the truck to wait. I was a little surprised to find Thomas had left the keys in the ignition just in case they didn't return. It probably scared the crap out of him to imagine some psycho chick stealing his beloved ride, but unlike Derek, Thomas may have understood I had no intention of ditching them.Dad had instructed me to get the medication, and I would get it no matter what. Otherwise Mom could die.No! I wasn't going there. If they didn't come back in thirty minutes, I'd come up with a plan to get the guys out with the meds and get home.I pulled out my phone to set a timer for fifteen minutes. They'd already been inside for about three.For a while, I messed around on my phone, trying to see if I could get through to the outside world. Unfortunately, that was a big hell to the no.With a turn of the keys, I switched on the truck's battery to check the radio. FM had been a static-fest before, so I
Closing the metal door as quietly as possible, I glanced around the bright warehouse. I plastered my back to the concrete wall and crouched, searching for the best place to explore first.Damn it. I was totally out in the open, and I had no idea which way to go. My breathing sped up. What the hell was I doing?The massive amount of merchandise stored here was overwhelming. Stacks upon stacks of full pallets stocked the endless aisles of metal shelves, and these shelving units were arguably as tall as a frigging dinosaur.How in the hell did these people find anything here? Or here's a better question. How in the hell did they stack stuff so high, and then get it down later?I ran across to the closest shelf and crouched near the end. Where was everyone? I surveyed the area, listening for voices or movement, but only the hum of lights filled the silence."They're in here somewhere," A voice said from far away. Unless the maniac gun squad had taken off their masks, it h
"Casey?" Derek whispered.I tensed, glancing back to find Derek and Thomas standing directly behind me."Damn. Don't do that!" I whisper yelled still holding onto the knob. Frankly, I was afraid if I let go the maniacs would swarm out and shout for their friends.Derek was at my back, carefully taking the two extra guns from me."Hey, you're hurt. I can carry those." I wondered if his eye hurt as bad as it looked."I'll be fine." Derek handed the second gun to Thomas.Thomas wiped the blood off his brow, which appeared to be slowly streaming from his hairline. Thomas grabbed the gun from Derek like he'd held a gun a million times before.They made eye contact and nodded at each other. What was going on?"How are we getting out of here?" I whispered, breaking up their little moment.Derek gently pulled me away from the door, pressing my back to the wall. Thomas moved to take my position at the door.Derek pulled my attention back to him when his hand gra