Boy in Pink

Chapter 49

Soon enough, I heard sirens going off. I groaned softly but kept walking, praying they weren't going off for me. They were. A police car pulled up next to the sidewalk I was on. I stopped, knowing I couldn't fight them. I just needed to explain. Was it about the mental hospital? Lorelei, maybe? Or did I do something? Maybe accidentally break a law? It could've been anything. Except it wasn't what I thought it was. A lady officer walked out of the car and to me, her eyes warm and almost motherly - not like I'd know what that is.

"Hey, honey... Can you come with me?" She asked sweetly, holding her hand out. I tensed. What is she trying to do?

"What are you trying on me? Whatever, I don't care. Just leave me alone. I'm not falling for anything you do."

"Cmon, kid, get in the car." A tall, bulky man said as he got out of the same car.

"I said no. Get. Away!" I yelled, and the lady whispered something to the man, who slipped back into the car with a gruff mutter.

"Rory, look at me," the lady said calmly, and I hesitantly looked at her, confused and a little scared that she knew my name. "We got a call that someone threw a bottle at you. Is that true?" I froze. How did she...

"No, it's not. I'm perfectly fine. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go back to my walk." I tried to walk away, but she grabbed my arms.

"Rory, I can see the glass. Let us help."

"No hospitals though," I told her.

"No hospitals," she promised. I let her help me into the back of the car, where she started gently pulling the tiny and larger shards of glass out of my back. I hissed in pain and bit my sleeve to keep myself from crying out loudly. She coaxed me through the entire process, and even bandaged me up so I was as good as 'new'. "You're doing so good, Rory. Just a little longer, okay?" She whispered to me as she rubbed my arms comfortingly.

"Ow...." I mumbled, my face buried into the seat cushion.

"(Name), call the nurses. We should've called them earlier, this is bad..." She looked back at me, "you feeling okay?" I nodded, but I was lying. I felt the opposite of fine. I felt like crap. I felt like I was losing blood too quickly - I meant I felt lightheaded, dizzy and just overall nauseous. "The nurses are coming, okay?" She reassured me, and I just groaned.

"Mkay...." I mumbled, still feeling like crap. Soon, I heard sirens again, getting louder and louder until they stopped and the police car door opened.

"Hey, kiddo... We're gonna help you out, okay?" The nurse told me, and I nodded painfully. The blood loss was finally getting to my head. The female officer then stepped out of the car, letting the nurses painfully - and slowly - take me out of the car and into the ambulance.

"No hospitals..." I muttered, my voice slurred from blood loss.

"You're gonna need one, kiddo... this is bad. Really bad," she admitted and I groaned again.

"Not needed... please..." She sighed and pressed her hand to my forehead.

"He's burning up," she told the other nurse, "get him an ice pack or cold towel." The nurse then scurried off into the back of the ambulance, looking for something to cool my fever.

"Found it!" The other nurse exclaimed, scurrying back, holding a damp towel. The lady took it from him and laid it on my forehead. I hissed at the sudden coolness from the towel.