Lockdown

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-One

10/07/2019. 15:24 hours. David Rossi's House, Virginia.

David watched anxiously from the front door as the SUV approached. He had paced the hallway several times in trepidation after the message pinged on his cell phone to alert him of Spencer's seizure. Luke was the closest and did not hesitate in driving straight over to him. The SUV ambled up the driveway and came to a halt directly in front of David. Spencer's head rested back against the headrest of the passenger seat. His eyes were heavy, and a track of blood had dried over his lips from his nose. The driver's side door clicked open, and Luke climbed out. He gently closed the door behind him and moved around the hood of the car to the passenger side.

"He's okay. He had stopped fitting when I arrived." As Luke began to unbuckle Spencer's seat belt, both he and David were startled by the roar of the approaching motorcycle. The rider's leg dropped down to steady the bike as it came to a stop. David watched curiously as the rider kicked down the stand and clambered over the bike. Gloved hands came up and unfastened the chin strap of the helmet. Pink locks tumbled down over the leather clad shoulder. David's eyebrows shot up into his greying hair.

"Uh, hello?" said David with a confused expression.

"Hi. I'm Mel." David could have palmed his face. He should have realised there and then that it was Mel from the prison. Mel peeled off her gloves and shoved them inside her helmet. She extended a hand to David. David accepted it and shook it firmly. "I can't believe I'm meeting the David Rossi. I didn't put two and two together when Spencer said he was staying with Rossi."

"You've read my books?" Mel scoffed.

"Damn right! They're awesome!"

"Thanks." Luke shuffled towards the pair with a very lethargic Spencer by his side. Spencer's right arm was draped around his shoulders, and Luke's left arm held him firmly around the waist. Spencer's eyes were open but glazed, his steps clumsy. His hair hung loosely over his face.

Luke assisted Spencer to the lounge and set him down on the sofa with his head resting back against the cushions. Spencer's eyes stared up at the ceiling. Luke quickly gathered Spencer's medication and a glass of water from the kitchen and returned to the lounge. He set the glass down on the coffee table and knelt down in front of the genius. He patted him softly on the knee.

"Reid?" Spencer blinked and turned his attention to Luke. "Here's your medication." Spencer sat forwards and weakly reached for the tablets before throwing them into his mouth. Luke supported the glass with one hand, Spencer's trembling grip beneath his, and helped him to drink. Luke's other hand rested between the doctor's shoulder blades.

"Mel?" came Spencer's tired voice.

"She's talking to Rossi whilst he makes some coffee. You've picked a good one in her mind." Spencer frowned in confusion.

"How so?"

"She's first aid trained. She managed to keep you safe during your seizure and didn't freak out once. And she has one sweet ride."

"What?"

"Mel. She rides a purple Yamaha." Spencer's face tightened as though he was trying to piece together a single thought. "It's a motorbike, Reid." Luke considered the young man for a moment. "Are you okay?" Spencer let out a deflated sigh.