Kickdrum Beating in My Chest Again (Alternate Version)

Chapter 89

!!!!!!!!!!Author's Note!!!!!!!!!!

Hello everyone! Happy Friday, and greetings from Huatolco, Mexico! I hope everyone had a great week! Not to brag, but mine has been incredibly relaxing and amazing! It is absolutely gorgeous here! There's a part of me that wishes we didn't have to leave on Sunday and go home. The trip wasn't without its hiccups though. We flew on American Airlines and had a 17 hr layover because our flight to Mexico didn't leave until the following day. When that's happened in the past, we've always gotten our bags back and rechecked them before the next flight. That did not happen this time. We arrived at DFW and our bags were not on the carousel. We asked the baggage agent where our bags were and were promptly yelled at and told to go to terminal B. It was later that night and we were on the other side of security, so we couldn't take the train or tram and we had no access to food at all. We had to wait for the bus to take us to the terminal, which took us an hour. When we finally got there, we spoke with the baggage agent at that gate, who was also incredibly rude, uncaring, and downright mean. She yelled at us as well and told us our bags had been checked to the final destination and we wouldn't get them back. They had all of our medications in them. We told her that, but she didn't seem to care. She told us we could put in a request to get them back, but it would take 4 to 6 hours, we couldn't leave, and her area was shutting down in an hour. I was very upset and told her so, but she didn't seem to care. I then watched her do the same thing to several other people. My husband was standing at the carousel and told me that she was making fun of me to her colleague, saying I was having a heart attack and laughing about it. Just as her area was getting close to closing, she lied to us and said that one of our bags had been pulled, but no one knew where they were. Her area closed down and then we were sent to another baggage agent who informed us that what that lady told us was wrong and that none of our bags had been pulled. We ended up waiting 3.5 hrs, never got our bags, and missed the last shuttle to our hotel and had to pay $50 for a taxi ride to our hotel. We had absolutely nothing except the clothes on our backs and our electronics in my husband's backpack. We had to walk to the gas station next door, buy toothbrushes and other supplies, sleep in our clothes and return to the airport the next day. Our flight from DFW to Huatolco went fine, but we were still in our jeans and sweaters when we got there and were sweating our brains out. I has gone smoothly since then, but it was a horrible experience and I will never fly on American Airlines ever again. Aside from that, things have gone very well. This is paradise and we have enjoyed ever second of being here!

This week, Joe wakes up after being fed on, puts Patrick into his bed and passes out in his own bed. Andy tells his wife about everything that has happened. Patrick wakes up incredibly sick and vomits so much that he gets severely dehydrated and passes out.

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Chapter 89

********Trigger Warning for Graphic Violence, Gore, Mentions of Drug Use, Rape and Torture ********

Joe can tell that he's trying to regain consciousness, which he is excited about since he wasn't sure he was going to wake up at all. He's starting to become more aware of his surroundings. For instance, he can tell that he is laying on something very hard and uncomfortable. His brain is still very foggy, but he feels layers of fog wearing off every so often until he feels like he is getting close to opening his eyes and fully waking up. He is also beginning to get the feeling back in his appendages since they have been completely numb up until now, which is a good sign. This must be what Patrick feels like when they paralyze him. Everything must feel completely numb, the poor bastard. Joe continues to lay there as his body is beginning to wake up. He feels like he is really close to being able to open his eyes, so he decides to give it a try. He thinks hard about opening his eyes, but they don't open the first time. He ends up making two more attempts before he finally opens his eyes and is blinded by the fluorescent light shining down on him.