Two Heads Are Better Than One

Chapter 4: Back In Reality

Knowing there was no way he could go home right now, Waylon just continued to drive down the highway right now waiting for Miles to wake up. He knew Murkoff would be looking for him and Miles. They had seen too much. He just prayed to himself that they wouldn't harm Lisa and his boys. He did the same for Miles' wife surely he had one.

"Nngh..." Miles groaned as he opened his eyes. "W-where am I?" He asked. "We are in your jeep Miles. I'm heading towards a motel so we have somewhere safe to rest." Waylon replied. "W-waylon? Y-you're still hurt. Shouldn't we be heading towards a hospital?" Miles stated. "No. It's too dangerous to go into any kind of public setting right now, especially in the shape that you're in Miles. Plus I found a first aid kid in your trunk. We can patch each other up once we get a room." Waylon replied pulling into a run-down looking motel parking lot.

"Okay Mr. Smart Guy. How do you suggest we get a room when we both look like we are straight out of a horror film?" Miles asked sarcastically. "Didn't think of that one didja?" The two sat in silence for a few moments before Waylon came up with an idea. "Take off your clothes." He said. "Excuse me, you want me to do what?" Miles replied. "You heard me. Take em off." Waylon said reaching for the first aid kit.

"They usually have a blanket in these big ones like the one you have." Waylon stated rummaging through the box. "Ah. Here's one." "And what the hell am I gonna do naked with a blanket?" Miles asked. "I'm gonna wrap it around you like a makeshift dress. You may get funny looks but it's better than walking in there soaked in blood looking like a mass murderer." Waylon replied.

"This is fucking stupid! Why isn't it you going in there dressed up in cheap drag?!" Miles yelled. "Because I am still losing blood from where that psycho stabbed me, Miles! If I walk in there they will think I'm a drag queen on his period! That is why you are going in. Now don't fucking argue with me!" Waylon snapped at him. "Okay. Okay but this is still really stupid." Miles said letting Waylon tie the blanket around him.

A few moments later Miles walked back out of the lobby with room keys in hand. His face was as red as a beat. "Happy? That was utterly humiliating." He said grabbing his clothes out of the jeep. "Let's go." Waylon couldn't help but laugh before hoping out and following Miles to the motel room.

Once inside, Miles sat down on the bed and was going to put his blood soaked clothes when Waylon stopped him. "Don't put those back on yet. I need to clean and stitch your wounds." Waylon said pulling out the thread he would need. He also got out the tweezers because earlier he noted the many bullet holes in Miles' torso.

"I don't mean to sound rude Miles, but how the hell are you still alive?" Waylon asked cleansing out the bullet wounds and picking out the rounds. "I suppose I must have become the host for this damn walrider before I was mowed down by the guards." He replied. "This thing makes me pretty much invincible."

The two sat in silence for a while until Waylon was done with Miles. "You're turn." Miles said as he took the needle and thread out of Waylon's hand. Waylon stripped off the top half of his uniform baring his stab wound. "Damn... That looks painful as hell." Miles stated. "No shit." Waylon retorted. "Here, you might wanna use this." Miles said giving him his t-shirt to bite down on.

The anti-septic stung like fire ants digging into his laceration. He winced and tears threatened to fall as he bit down into the fabric ripping it. "Sorry..." Miles said as he began to stitch it up. The pain was crawling through Waylon's gut like fire. It made him sick and nearly gag as Miles finished. "There all done. Now as for that ankle... We're gonna have to just put a splint on that for now." Miles said grabbing one out of the kit. Since they were out of gauze because of Miles' cheese grated torso, he took off his belt and tied it securely around the split. "There ya go."

"Ya know... I was wondering do you have any family Miles? Does your wife know where you went?" Waylon asked laying down on his bed. "I have an older sister but that's it. I'm not married." He replied. "What?! I was sure you were! I mean you're a decent guy and all." Waylon replied shocked. "Just was never really interested in settling down I guess." Miles said.

"I was just wondering because I'm scared for Lisa and my boys right now. I can't go back home right now until this all gets sorted out. We can't just go to the media with this. I was stupid to ever think that. I have a friend named Liam Hudgens who works for the FBI. We'll go to his place in the morning to discuss what needs to be done." Waylon said. Miles nodded in agreement before turning over to switch off the lights. "G'night then." He said. "Good night Miles." Waylon replied.

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