Dark Stranger

Scott - Part 1

Case 1- "Scott"

After all the hoopla, when things had settled down and the Officer was in a recovery room, I went back in to see him. He lay on the bed, unmoving. The machines attached to him beeped away and the I.V. slowly restored his lost blood volume. Under all the other smells hanging in the air, the smell of his blood, copper with a note of something I couldn't quite put my finger on, was intoxicating. All I knew was he smelled amazing. There was something delicious about that man and I can't describe it just yet, but you can be sure I'm going to find out what it is.

He probably should have died from his injuries, but I'd helped out just enough that he made it through the surgery. His dirty blonde hair was messy and tangled, his beautiful blue eyes were closed and shut out the sterile room he was in. Fine, pale eyebrows arched over those closed eyes and I wanted to trace them with my finger. Shapely nose, full lips and a strong jaw which perfectly fit his face. It was like seeing your Christmas present a day early and wanting to unwrap it when you knew you had to wait. Yummy.

He was going to mean something to me, but I didn't know what just yet. I read his chart at the foot of the bed and frowned. There was a lot more internal damage than I had surmised on first glance. There was no reported brain damage, but that head injury was worrisome too. Even with the small measure of assistance I'd given his struggling body, there was still a lot of damage to overcome. His eyesight might be affected with the proximity of that wound to his eye and while I love a good scar story, I thought he was too cute for large scars to mar that face.

It looked like there was no family in the picture judging by the patient information. 'Scott Hoying, nice name'. His emergency contact was another Officer. I hoped he had someone to care about and to care for him when he woke. But he was going to have a pretty long recovery time unless I helped out again.

I didn't know anything about this man. I didn't know if he was a good cop, I didn't know his story or his history, all I was going on was his smell and my attraction to his appearance. Normally that would have been insufficient reason for me to help him, but I was intrigued. So I added some more blood to his I.V. line and watched the effects take hold. His breathing evened out, the ashen tone to his skin changed to a healthier shade of pink and the bandages over his wounds stopped leaking. I reached out to his forehead, lifted the bandage and checked the wound there. As I watched, It closed along the seam and changed from an angry looking terrible wound, to something that looked like it had been days healing.

He groaned in his sleep and I clicked the pain killers up a notch. Healing that quickly takes a lot out of humans. He was going to wake up starving. I clicked up the glucose too. When I was reassured that he would be fine, I turned to leave. I felt more than heard the nurse coming to check on him. I disappeared behind the curtain between Scott and the patient next to him while she did her job. She checked the chart, his pulse rate and that the medication and fluids were doing their jobs. She hung a fresh banana bag. Noted her actions and left.

It was a shame that there wasn't anyone there to sit with him. I knew how Kris appreciated me being there when he woke. Speaking of, I needed to get back to him.

"OK Blondie, nice to meet you. Now you do your part and get better OK?" I said

I heard a sigh come from the figure in the bed and then turned and left.

When I got to Kris's room, he was already awake. I smiled and sat next to him.

"Wandering the halls again?" He asked.

"Yes, I found an interesting Officer Involved Shooting case a couple of floors down.

"Interesting how?" Kris asked.