The Marksman

Chapter Eleven-After Math

I hear someone snoring beside me, and then I feel an intense burn on my lower stomach. I let out a groan and move my hand to lay it flatly on my stomach only to feel a sharp pain in my arm. I let out a groan and open my eyes. I find Jason resting his head on the coach near my stomach snoring with drool coming down his cheek. The tv was one and scrapes of paper lay scattered on the coffee table. I return my attention to Jason as he looks so peaceful sleeping. I don't want to move in fear I would end up hurting myself but thankfully I don't have to pee yet.

Wait.....shit...shit, shit, shit. Now that it has came into thought I have to pee. Jason is asleep and I'm laying in pain and have to pee really bad. There's only one thing to do. "J..Jason....I need help..." I whisper. He doesn't stir and let alone flinch. "Jason, I have to pee!" I yell. He opens his eyes slowly and glances at me. "Well then go." He tells me and rolls over on to the floor and falls asleep.

I knew I couldn't move due to the wound on my torso. I glance around the couch for a book. This'll teach him. I pick up a hard cover book and look at him sleeping gracefully. I raise it over his torso knowing that this wasn't such a good idea. I drop it on him...more like slam it on him. He jerks and sits up so fast my eyes couldn't even handle it.

"What! Do you want?!" He yells. I don't flinch and just look at him. "I need help getting up so I can use the bathroom." I tell him sarcastically as I monition to my torso and broken arm. He lets out a huff and stands up and grabs my hand. I was slowly pulled off the couch and onto my two feet. I feel immediate pain in my torso and it heads straight for my spine. My body wants to jerk forward but I want to remain up right. Jason slowly leads me to the bathroom and opens the door. He glances at me and looks at the bathroom.

"Are you going to need any help?" He questions. "No, I'll be fine. If you hear me fall just rush in and rescue me." I joke around. "Don't count on it." He tells me. I carefully enter the bathroom, close the door, and flick on the light and sit on the toilet and do my business. I stand up get cleaned up and look at myself in the mirror. God damn. What a flippin' mess. At least I'm alive and so is Red Riding Hood. I head for the door and suddenly feel dizzy. My knees begin to buckle under me as I grab the wall. What the hell? I fucking know that a knife wound to the torso should not cause these effects. I start to hear my blood rush to my ears and my skin becomes clammy.

"Jay.....Jason.!!" I manage to get out. The bathroom door swings open and Jason rushes to pick me up. His hands slip underneath my arms and hoists me up and on to my feet. Then drags me back to the couch and sits me on the couch. I lean back and begin to feel dizzy once more. "Here let me look at ya." Jason says as he lifts up my shirt slowly. I can instantly the burn on torso even more as the air hits it. "Let me know if any of this hurts when I touch it." Jason says wearily. "It's burns, of course it's going to hurt when you touch it smart ass." I tell him through my teeth.

"I think you might be poisoned. Knowing Dead Shot and his escaped victims." Jason reply in a derision tone. "So how are we going to get the poison problem fixed?" I question him. "Well, I'm gonna have to call someone for help. Since I don't have the right supplies to treat poisoned wounds." He tells me as he walks to his dinning table and picks up his phone. I pull my attention away from him and begin to feel more dizzy. I lean forward and rest my head on my legs. Ever since my Father has been a target. I've ended up with wounds after wounds. What the hell!? I lean forward and place my head on my knees. I can hear Jason murmuring on the phone and then set it down.

I'm going to die from being poisoned am I not? I ask myself. I knew deep down I wasn't since I hangout with the Red Riding Hood and his gang. I feel him sitting down next to me. "Bells, good news is that someone is on their way but bad news is that we are going to have to cut those stitches and inject you with the antidote once we created one." He tells me. "What do you mean once we create one" I ask "Well Dead Shot is targeting you and wants you dead, he would create a different poison than he would use on Batman." He tells me.