Vampire Hunter: Corey Crowgarden's guide to killing vampires for fun and profit.

Lesson 2 part 4

They sped down the road Bobby holding the bandage in place and monitoring pulse, breathing and blood pressure and Carrie shifing gears and breaking speed limits.
"What are we going to tell them?" Carrie asked.
"I don't know," Bobby said. "That we found him?"
"It's as good a story as anything I can come up with. How's he doing?"
"Not good," Bobby said. "Breathing is pretty shallow, I might have to start doing CPR soon."
"Im going as fast as I can Bobby!"
"I know babe. I'll take care of things back here. You just focus on the road."
That's why she loved that guy. His ability not to freak out in the most desperate of situations. She was on the very edge. Tears were in her eyes. Her mind was racing almost as fast as the car with all the 'What if's'.
"What if he dies, Bobby," Carrie said, and Bobby could hear it in her voice how emotional she was, and how she was struggling to hold it together.
"We can't think about that right now. We have to focus on what we can do, what we can control," he said. "I love you Carrie."
"I know," she said, tears running down her face now.
"Take a deep breath babe and focus on getting us to the hospital. If this guy wants to live, we'll make it happen."
She wiped the tears away from her eyes and said "I've got an idea!"
She slowed and turned sharply from the main road on to a dirt side road. That familiar sound of stones on metal pinged around the car.
"Where are we going?" Bobby calmly said.
"You'll see," she said.
They crested the hill and there it was a rural firehouse. It was still a long way to Orangeville but she remembered seeing this little firestation once when she went for a ride with her uncle. He had stopped in and talked to the firemen. Somewhere there were pictures of her at nine wearing a firemen's helmet and sitting in the cab of a fire engine.
She pulled into the drive and pulled up to the building a fireman greeted her at the door.
"Emergency!" she yelled and he came running out.
Bobby was in the back seat, knees on the floor doing CPR.
"SHIT!" the fireman yelled. "Hold on!" he said and sprinted back to the fire house, reimurging from it with some medical bags and a couple of other firemen.
"What happened?" the fireman asked.
"I don't know," Bobby said. "This is how we found him."
"Help me get him boys" the first fiireman said and they dragged Rajesh out.
The had a stretcher and all kinds of medical equipment. They moved the patient quickly into the back of an ambulance. It roared to life, lights flashing and horns sounding and was quickly on its way to Orangeville.
Bobby an Carrie looked around there were still a few firemen there, none they seemed to recognize from the fire earlier.
Maybe a shift change?
Bobby got in the drivers side and turned the engine over.
"You did great babe," he said.
She used to hate it when he called her babe. She would think it as kind of a put down. They argued about it once. Bobby was never good at arguing, he either didn't care and wouldn't engage or he would get so angry that words wouldn't come out. To people who didn't notice the little signs it would seem he was cold and aloof. His clenched jaw, squeezing his hands into fists and then releasing them again were all little signs that he was angry. It would take a long time and it didn't often happen, for him to get to a "you know what...?" moment. She had only seen it a few times and one of them was when she chastised him for using the word babe.
"You know what... maybe you should listen more to what I'm saying right before I say that," and he stomped out of the house and got in the car. He would be gone for a couple of hours. When he came home he would be calm. There was a smell of sweat but no beer or perfume. She was tempted to ask him where he went to, but was just happy that he was home. While he was gone she thought of the times he had called her babe and what he had said.
"I love you babe; I miss you babe; you did a great job babe;" everytime he used the term, it was a time when he was proud of her or showing his love for her. It was never "make me a sandwich" or "get me a beer" and to be honest, he never would say these things. He would get his own beer and say "want a beer, babe?" or make two sandwiches and bring her one.
He wiped away the tear and she smiled and held his hand. She could still feel the lump in her throat and didn't want to croak out anything.
"Now, let's stop fooling around and find your sister and your Dad."
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