Blood Hound

Chapter 30

For about 10 minutes I awkwardly sat on the edge of the hotel bed as Jason carefully observed me.

He yelled at me to stop squirming as he kept prodding at me and poking for a reaction. I knew he wasn't mad, but scared and worried for me. I liked the feeling it gave me, but it was so...strange to suddenly go from dirt to what felt like royalty. This probably dosen't make sense, however to me it is crystal clear.

Once he decided that I hadn't gained any other injuries, he deiced to take me to a doctor.

Hell to the no.

It was going to be much more painful if I was taken to a physician. He would have to somehow use his magical healing powers on my ribs and make them feel like a bitch. Plus they just don't look like a person you could trust your life to.

They just smile and tell lies, while they wear those painfully white lab coats.

Adding on to that, the hospitals are awful. Ugh, they smell like somebody tried to cover up the scent of death with bahamma's breeze or something. The nurses spray so much it makes me want to throw up, but instead I gag.

Also do not even get me started on their waiting rooms!

Jason picked me up bridal style again and began to walk across the room towards the door. No, I have to get away from this creature!

"Um, I have to pee before we go.." I pleaded, putting my best begging face on.

"Oh, I don't think so missy. I'm not falling for that one again." He argued.

Crap, we were halfway to the door! 

I then did what I do best, fight. I swung my leg up right for his jaw and hit just enough for him to drop me. As soon as my butt hit the floor I felt guilty for hurting him when he was trying to help me. I scrambled for the bathroom door as an escape.

Once again I felt his fingers grip my leg and yank me backward. I could tell he was trying to be gentle, however he was losing his patience at a rapid rate of speed.

He lifted my body as if it was air and held my body up above his head so our faces were a few inches away from each other.

His face was flushed and he was panting slightly from catching me. We both shared another one of those moments where you can't decide what to do or say.

We just, stared as if looking for an unknown answer of some sort... before I could run away again, Jason tossed me onto the couch and retreated into the bathroom for a moment.

He returned with a pair of handcuffs.

What... he snapped them on and smiled down at me.

His towering frame hovered over my with him lips just meters away from my own. My face turned an awful shade of embarrassment, as my eyes widened and I backed away. He snickered before throwing me over his shoulder again.