Identification.

ID Chapter Two:

 *** That's Sketch over there:) He'll be important later! ***

I hurriedly jumped out of my car and rushed inside, paying no mind to whether or not there was a threat present. I flipped on the lights and cringed at what I saw. My suspicions were confirmed as my eyes drank in the sight. Blood was smeared across the floor like someone, bleeding, had been drug across it. Glass, what I’d heard, shattered on the floor, stained with more blood. It was like someone had struggled against an attack but failed miserably. I walked in, further examining the scene. I heard weakened whimpers as glass crunched under my shoes. Mentally I thanked God that I didn’t change into my running shoes; work boots were much better suited for stepping on glass.

                “P-please… Leave me be!” she mumbled, her voice was weary with pain and exhaustion.

                “Nikki…!” her name tumbled from my lips. I ran over and knelt down over her.

                Now, the saying ‘You look beat’, took on a whole new meaning for me. Because honestly, that almost came out of my mouth, but as soon as it ran through my mind, I stuffed it away for later use. I figured it wasn’t appropriate to use any type of humor at this point.

                “No! God no, don’t hurt me anymore Jewel. Please!” She begged.

                Her body was bruised, bloody, and there were lacerations all over her body. I flinched at how bad it must sting. Her clothes were torn and stained, her wrist at an odd angle, I figured broken. I bit my lip as I tried to move her, she screamed.

                “Nicole, you’re safe now. It’s me… Belrik.” I tried to smile.

                “Oh… Bel- Dra-…” she faded out, I only prayed she wasn’t dying. I lifted her up and ran to my car, slamming the door behind me with the heel of my foot. I laid her in the backseat of my car, with not much difficulty, she was rather light. I got in and drove with what little sense I had left to the hospital. When we arrived I toted her in and they didn’t even have to think twice. Talk about quick service. But I guess when you had a woman in your arms that looked like Death could arrive at any second; it was a bit more urgent. Immediately they got us a room and began cutting off her clothes, cleaning and stitching her wounds. They, like me, saw her wrist and out of nowhere I heard a sickening crack. They had to re-break it because it was only fractured. Needles and vials of medicine were injected into her veins. I relaxed only a little when I finally knew she wasn’t feeling much.

                They continued to work on her and only acknowledged my presence when they needed a question answered or help with something. Three hours later they finally deemed her stable and finished their work. Honestly, she didn’t look much different than when I’d brought her in. If anything she was more bruised and cut then before, but there was a significantly less amount of blood. Slowly, as I waited for her to awaken, drowsiness consumed me. Then it was I who was seeing black.

                “Sir… Mr.?” A female voice asked, my eyelids fluttered, adjusting to the light.

                “Yeah?” I mumbled groggily, things slowly focused in for me. I saw a nurse.

                “She is awake now.” She said quietly, with a knowing smile. Maybe she assumed that was my girlfriend. Well, I’ll be damned if that would ever happen to a girl of mine.

                “Oh!” I sat up urgently and rushed to her side as the nurse checked her IVs and fluids. “Nicole?”

                She looked at me, recognition flashed in her eyes. I smiled.