The OUTCASTS- The Beginning (Completed)

Chapter 32

I got a sense of Deja-vu the beeping of a heart monitor, and a stinging in my right arm.

Just like when I escaped from Franklin and Bobby. I could smell anti-septic and medicine and hear the hospital.

The only difference was I could hear two heart monitors. The other one was a bit slower, than mine. I smelled again. I could smell my parents and George. I opened my eyes, the hospital lights shining in my eyes. I blinked and lifted my head. The other monitor was to my right. I looked over and saw George. He was laying in his bed, eyes shut, but he had color back in his face. He looked alive again. I smiled. I saved him.

Turning my face back to the front of me, I saw my parents. It wasn't like before where they waited on and around my bed. My dad was asleep in the chair against the left wall. My mom was staring at me, her arms crossed. That broke my Deja-vu. I looked around, there were two tubes in my arm. One had clear fluid in that I knew was the IV that was stuck into my hand, the other one was filled with blood, it stuck in the fold of my arm.

I tried to sit up but got lightheaded and laid back down.

"Yeah, you lost a lot of blood," my mom's voice was cold. "He's alive. That's all I care about," I mimicked my mother's coldness.

She gave me a glare. My dad stirred and opened his eyes.

He looked at me face expressionless.

"She's awake," he stated, "I'll get the doctor," he stood up and waked out of the room. I think he was looking for an excuse to get out of the room and not be there.

"How's he doing?" I gestured toward George.

"Doctors say that he lost a lot of blood, and he was at the brink of death," she walked toward me and grabbed the bed railing as if she was taking out all her rage on it.

"But he's fine, right?" I asked.

"Yes. His wound is healing very good," she sounded annoyed.

Dr Johnson and my dad came in after a moment of silence.

"Ah Anna. I see you're back again," He joked.

"Yeah, I guess I couldn't live without you guys," I smiled. "Well, I'd like to say first off, that was you did was very dangerous. Mr. McClain could have killed you if your parents hadn't pulled him off of you," his tone was serious. Any hint of joking disappeared, but as fast as it disappeared it came back.

"But other than that, if you hadn't done it, he wouldn't be here today. As stupid as it was, it was just as brave. That young man owes you his life," he smiled, then looked down at the charts.

"You suffered massive blood loss, and you have first degree burns on your neck. They look like electrical burns. I was hoping you could tell me what happened," he looked back up at me.

"I think... I should wait for the Sherrif. I believe he wouldn't mind having you here," I shrugged. "He wouldn't. Alright, when you're ready to give your report, I'll call him. I think that you and George should give your report together," he gave me a friendly smile. "Okay," I smiled back.

He gave my parents a courteous nod and left. We didn't speak. If you think that I was crippling with anxiety or pain that my parents were mad at me, I wasn't. I did what I had to. I don't regret one moment of it. George woke up after a while. He first looked at me then smiled, he was relieved, that relief disappeared after a moment, turning into anger. My parents left to get some coffee another excuse to not be in the room.

"How are you feeling?" I asked sheepishly.

"Mad," he glared.

"I know you're mad. I meant physically. I'm aware of your emotional state," I said. "I feel fine," he mumbled.

"I'm sorry. Okay, but it was that or losing you. Obviously, I wasn't going to lose you," I folded my left arm over my chest.

"And if I killed you? How do you think I would live with myself if I killed my best friend? Did you think about that?" he scowled.

"You didn't. And I knew that if you went too far my parents would stop you," I lied. I never factored that in my plan. But if I told him that he would stand up and slap me silly.

"I could have. I was on the verge of killing you. I told you I wouldn't be able to stop, but you did it in anyway," He shouted.

"Shh. We're in a hospital," I shushed him.

"I don't care," he said lower.

"I'm sorry and I'm glad you're okay," I smiled.

He looked away and sighed. He gave me a side glance, "Thanks. For saving my life. And if you ever do something like that again I will kick your butt,"

"Cross my heart," I made a small x over my heart.

"You just better not hope to die," he warned me.

"Never," I said in fake disbelief. I got a look for that one. "So, your parents are really mad at you?" He asked nodding toward the door any traces of ager disappearing. "Yeah, nothing new. But I'm really going to get it this time. I snuck out of the house. Again. Not to mention I ran away to look for you after my parents told me not to go look for you and endangered my life. They might move us," I sighed and laid back onto my pillows.

"What are you going to do?" he asked.

I shrugged, "No clue," I looked up at the ceiling. "Hey," he said, and I looked over at him, "We'll figure this out. Like we always do," He gave me a reassuring smile.

"Thanks," I smiled back.

My parents came back half an hour later, still not talking.

The Sherrif and Dr Johnson followed not long after that. I gave my statement, again leaving out the wolfy parts. Then George gave his. He was on the edge of the woods on his way too class, when a man in a suit approached him. He told him that he knew all about the hunters, what they were after and whet their plans were. George did try to convince him to meet someplace public, but he spun some kind of story that the hunters are always watching. They had to go to the woods. He did look for guards, but he saw none. He left one of his books there. Hoping someone would notice, and someone did.

The only problem was that they noticed by the time he was gone. The man led him into the woods, he veered around and stabbed him. He realized that he was the boss. The Boss loaded him into a black SUV which they found at the crime scene, and as they drove, George healed and tried to escape a couple of times. The Boss kept stabbing him, until the last time he tried to escape. The Boss stopped and stabbed him until he lost too much blood. He passed out. There were brief moments he woke up. One was when I found him, and when the Boss tortured me.

The Sherrif took my parents' statements as well. They did state that they didn't know of the Boss' death, but they reported it so if something did happen, the Sherriff department could check it out.

The Sherrif gave me a lecture on listening to my parents, not to be so reckless with my life, but also told me that what I did was brave. Stupid, but brave.

"Well, that's all for now. We suspect that the same thing that killed Franklin and Bobby killed the Boss. You Anna are one lucky girl," The Sherrif explained.

"How is she lucky?" my dad scowled.

"Well, if it was the same wild animal that killed the other two men, then it's a very dangerous animal. She's lucky because it didn't kill her. It didn't go after her, it's almost like it's protecting her," his gaze went from my dad to me.

"Or maybe, it was full," I shrugged.

"That is a possibility," the Sherriff swung his notebook shut and placed it into its holder.

"Well. let you know if there's more," The Sherriff greeted everyone and walked out, the doctor following.