A laughed a little despite the
overwhelming pain I was in. “I need to get back to Brimstone.” I
rolled my
hand over and looked at my contorted fingers. “Hopefully the doctors can reset the bones." Crash pointed at the dead Cleaner still lying in the corner. “What are you gonna do ‘bout him?" I turned and stared into Patrick's lifeless eyes. It was too late. “Leave him." "What about the wolves?” Crash asked. “Isn't that what we came for?" He was right. Glancing down at one of the dead Werewolves at my feet, I realized what I had to do. Kneeling down I grabbed the beast's massive wrist with my free hand and pulled the arm free. The sound of bones and tendons popping was disgusting, but it wasn't any worse than my still sizzling shoulder. “This should do,” I said, tossing Crash the Werewolf's arm. “Let's go." Crash looked at the dismembered arm in his hands and shook his head. “I hate it when she does that." Walking down the stairs, I pulled my cell phone from my jacket pocket. Flipping it open, I scrolled through my contacts until I hit Toby's name. Pressing the send button, I pressed the slim, silver device to my ear. After three rings, I heard him answer. “It's Rose. Did you find anything on Cantrix?" I frowned at his report.
"I'm headed back. Tell Yaz I have a new sample for him to start work on.” I glanced down at my broken hand. “And you might want to have a medic standing by. I'm headed back." Snapping the phone shut, I slipped it back into my pocket. Holding my hand to the door handle, I glanced at the den one last time. Didn't seem like a fitting resting place for Patrick. I would have to correct that. I know he would do the same for me. "What do you want me to do with this?” Crash asked, holding up the Werewolf arm. "Just toss it in the back,” I said, sliding into the driver's seat. Pain raced up my arm making me cringe for a moment. Closing my eyes, I waited for the throbbing to pass. It wasn't passing. “Damn,” I moaned. Crash's face was worried as he slipped into the passenger seat and set the arm in back. “You going to be all right? You look like hell."
I gritted my teeth and nodded. “I'm taking you home then I have to get back to Brimstone.” Black dots swarmed my vision. I fell forward and slammed my head against the horn. Crash opened the door and ran around to my side. “How about I drive you to Brimstone and catch a cab home?"
"That's a much better plan,” I said with my face against the steering wheel. Crash wrapped his arm around my waist and carefully picked me up with a strength that astonished even me. Carrying me in his arms around the car, he gently put me in the passenger seat. I didn't even feel a twinge of pain as he moved me. Making sure I wasn't going to slip out, he shut the door and ran back around to the driver's side and jumped in.
hand over and looked at my contorted fingers. “Hopefully the doctors can reset the bones." Crash pointed at the dead Cleaner still lying in the corner. “What are you gonna do ‘bout him?" I turned and stared into Patrick's lifeless eyes. It was too late. “Leave him." "What about the wolves?” Crash asked. “Isn't that what we came for?" He was right. Glancing down at one of the dead Werewolves at my feet, I realized what I had to do. Kneeling down I grabbed the beast's massive wrist with my free hand and pulled the arm free. The sound of bones and tendons popping was disgusting, but it wasn't any worse than my still sizzling shoulder. “This should do,” I said, tossing Crash the Werewolf's arm. “Let's go." Crash looked at the dismembered arm in his hands and shook his head. “I hate it when she does that." Walking down the stairs, I pulled my cell phone from my jacket pocket. Flipping it open, I scrolled through my contacts until I hit Toby's name. Pressing the send button, I pressed the slim, silver device to my ear. After three rings, I heard him answer. “It's Rose. Did you find anything on Cantrix?" I frowned at his report.
"I'm headed back. Tell Yaz I have a new sample for him to start work on.” I glanced down at my broken hand. “And you might want to have a medic standing by. I'm headed back." Snapping the phone shut, I slipped it back into my pocket. Holding my hand to the door handle, I glanced at the den one last time. Didn't seem like a fitting resting place for Patrick. I would have to correct that. I know he would do the same for me. "What do you want me to do with this?” Crash asked, holding up the Werewolf arm. "Just toss it in the back,” I said, sliding into the driver's seat. Pain raced up my arm making me cringe for a moment. Closing my eyes, I waited for the throbbing to pass. It wasn't passing. “Damn,” I moaned. Crash's face was worried as he slipped into the passenger seat and set the arm in back. “You going to be all right? You look like hell."
I gritted my teeth and nodded. “I'm taking you home then I have to get back to Brimstone.” Black dots swarmed my vision. I fell forward and slammed my head against the horn. Crash opened the door and ran around to my side. “How about I drive you to Brimstone and catch a cab home?"
"That's a much better plan,” I said with my face against the steering wheel. Crash wrapped his arm around my waist and carefully picked me up with a strength that astonished even me. Carrying me in his arms around the car, he gently put me in the passenger seat. I didn't even feel a twinge of pain as he moved me. Making sure I wasn't going to slip out, he shut the door and ran back around to the driver's side and jumped in.