“What happened?”
Bradley lifted his head and struggled to smile. “Mary, sweetheart, you came,” he whispered.
“Of course I came,” she said, moving forward and wiping the sweat from his forehead, “That’s our deal, you rescue me and I rescue you.”
He smiled, then stiffened and groaned.
“What’s wrong with him?” Mary asked Angela.
Angela shook her head. “I don’t know, we were meeting together and suddenly it hit. I was going to take him to the hospital.”
“Did you call 911?”
“No, I thought it would be faster if I drove him.”
Mary looked at the petite woman and wondered how she thought she was going to get him down the stairs by herself. “Well, my car is parked right at the door,” Mary said. “Let’s get him down the steps and I’ll get him to the hospital.”
“Well, really, I was there, I should take him,” Angela protested.
“Let’s just get him downstairs, then we can flip for who gets him,” Mary stated.
With one of Bradley’s arms around each of the women, they slowly maneuvered him down the stairs. “He’s heavy,” Angela protested.
“You should try carrying him on your back,” Mary said dryly, thinking back to the time she had to carry an unconscious Bradley to save his life.
“What?”
“Never mind,” Mary replied. “That was several months ago.”
They got him outside where Mary’s car stood running. “Mary,” Bradley whispered. “Take me to the hospital. But don’t kill me on the way there.”
Mary turned to Angela and shrugged. “Looks like I won the toss,” she said, helping Bradley into the Roadster. “Thanks for your help; I would have never been able to get him down those stairs without you.”
“But, but, but,” Angela stammered.
“If you want to meet us at the hospital, that would be great,” Mary said, cutting her off.
Mary jumped into the Roadster and turned right on Stephenson Street, speeding the mile to the hospital. She dialed 911 on her cell as she drove and told the dispatcher that she was going to need help once she got to the ER to get Bradley out of the car. The dispatcher assured her she would have all the help she needed.
Two squad cars were waiting when Mary pulled into the parking lot. She pulled the Roadster into the drive in front of the Emergency Room and a team of triage nurses moved forward with a stretcher. Two large police officers had Bradley out of the car before Mary could even turn it off. She tossed the keys to one of them as she followed the stretcher into the hospital. “Could you?” she asked.
He smiled back. “Don’t worry, Miss O’Reilly, we’ll take care of it.”
“Thanks,” she said and hurried into the hospital.
She ran alongside the stretcher, Bradley’s hand clasped in hers. “You have to get better,” she said firmly.
He tried to smile and then grimaced with pain. “If I die, I can still visit you.”
Mary leaned close, “But you can’t kiss me.”
He squeezed her hand tightly. “Well, that’s more than enough incentive to get better.”
The door to the exam room was getting closer and Mary knew she would be left on the outside. “I love you, Bradley Alden,” she whispered.
“Me too,” he whispered.
His hand slid out of hers as he was wheeled into the exam room. Mary watched the white door close in front of her.
She really hated hospitals.
Two of his officers waited a few feet away. They had run alongside too, escorting the stretcher down the hall. Mary recognized one of the officers as Ashley Deutsch, a cop Mary could trust. Ashley walked over and stood next to Mary. “What happened?”
Mary shook her head. “He was meeting with Angela Murray, the Coroner, and he started getting intense stomach pains. Angela said she had no idea what had happened.”
“It sounds like the curse,” Ashley whispered.
“The curse?” Mary asked, waiting for the rest of the joke. “Are you kidding?”
Ashley shook her head. “I wish I was,” she said. “I mean,
Bradley lifted his head and struggled to smile. “Mary, sweetheart, you came,” he whispered.
“Of course I came,” she said, moving forward and wiping the sweat from his forehead, “That’s our deal, you rescue me and I rescue you.”
He smiled, then stiffened and groaned.
“What’s wrong with him?” Mary asked Angela.
Angela shook her head. “I don’t know, we were meeting together and suddenly it hit. I was going to take him to the hospital.”
“Did you call 911?”
“No, I thought it would be faster if I drove him.”
Mary looked at the petite woman and wondered how she thought she was going to get him down the stairs by herself. “Well, my car is parked right at the door,” Mary said. “Let’s get him down the steps and I’ll get him to the hospital.”
“Well, really, I was there, I should take him,” Angela protested.
“Let’s just get him downstairs, then we can flip for who gets him,” Mary stated.
With one of Bradley’s arms around each of the women, they slowly maneuvered him down the stairs. “He’s heavy,” Angela protested.
“You should try carrying him on your back,” Mary said dryly, thinking back to the time she had to carry an unconscious Bradley to save his life.
“What?”
“Never mind,” Mary replied. “That was several months ago.”
They got him outside where Mary’s car stood running. “Mary,” Bradley whispered. “Take me to the hospital. But don’t kill me on the way there.”
Mary turned to Angela and shrugged. “Looks like I won the toss,” she said, helping Bradley into the Roadster. “Thanks for your help; I would have never been able to get him down those stairs without you.”
“But, but, but,” Angela stammered.
“If you want to meet us at the hospital, that would be great,” Mary said, cutting her off.
Mary jumped into the Roadster and turned right on Stephenson Street, speeding the mile to the hospital. She dialed 911 on her cell as she drove and told the dispatcher that she was going to need help once she got to the ER to get Bradley out of the car. The dispatcher assured her she would have all the help she needed.
Two squad cars were waiting when Mary pulled into the parking lot. She pulled the Roadster into the drive in front of the Emergency Room and a team of triage nurses moved forward with a stretcher. Two large police officers had Bradley out of the car before Mary could even turn it off. She tossed the keys to one of them as she followed the stretcher into the hospital. “Could you?” she asked.
He smiled back. “Don’t worry, Miss O’Reilly, we’ll take care of it.”
“Thanks,” she said and hurried into the hospital.
She ran alongside the stretcher, Bradley’s hand clasped in hers. “You have to get better,” she said firmly.
He tried to smile and then grimaced with pain. “If I die, I can still visit you.”
Mary leaned close, “But you can’t kiss me.”
He squeezed her hand tightly. “Well, that’s more than enough incentive to get better.”
The door to the exam room was getting closer and Mary knew she would be left on the outside. “I love you, Bradley Alden,” she whispered.
“Me too,” he whispered.
His hand slid out of hers as he was wheeled into the exam room. Mary watched the white door close in front of her.
She really hated hospitals.
Two of his officers waited a few feet away. They had run alongside too, escorting the stretcher down the hall. Mary recognized one of the officers as Ashley Deutsch, a cop Mary could trust. Ashley walked over and stood next to Mary. “What happened?”
Mary shook her head. “He was meeting with Angela Murray, the Coroner, and he started getting intense stomach pains. Angela said she had no idea what had happened.”
“It sounds like the curse,” Ashley whispered.
“The curse?” Mary asked, waiting for the rest of the joke. “Are you kidding?”
Ashley shook her head. “I wish I was,” she said. “I mean,
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