Flesh Eaters

Healing Wounds

Chapter 20 - Healing Wounds

*Murphy's POV*

"Damn," Grey whispers.

My hands absently play with the laces on her shoes as we both think about this. Neither of us talkin', just thinkin'.

I look up as Grey yawns. "Sleep," I say as she looks at me, meetin' my gaze.

"Who's going to watch psycho," she asks, sleep thick in her voice.

"I'll watch him. I can see him from here. He's not goin' anywhere with his hands tied."

Grey yawns again as she closes her eyes and rests her head against the passenger doors window.

I watch her as she drifts off. Her messy hair falls across her face, movin' with each soft snore escapin' her lips. The muscles in her arms jump as she relaxes into a deeper sleep. Her eyes dance behind her eyelids as she dreams.

I look past her, out the window and see Baird sittin' on the ground, hands still tied behind his back, starin' at the fire with a thoughtful expression. Mercedes sits across from him, watchin' him. Neither of them speak.

I look away and rest my head against the seat. I close my eyes and grit my teeth as the pain from the knife wound sparks. When the pain passes I find myself pantin'. I feel a cold sweat break out on my skin as I attempt to relax.

I open my eyes and glance at Grey, prayin' in didn't wake her. I sigh in relief when I hear a small snore leave her lips.

I look down to my stomach 'n' see a wet, reddish, dark spot beginnin' to show through the charcoal grey of my shirt. Carefully I move the fabric 'n' see the gash. Thick blood bubbles out of it 'n' trickles down my stomach, soakin' into the waistband of my black jeans.

As quietly as I can I pull my shirt off and tie it around my torso makin' a temporary tourniquet. I bite the inside of my lip causin' it ta' bleed and squeeze my eyes shut ta' stop myself from moanin' in pain.

Minutes pass before I open my eyes again. I find the gash has re-clotted itself. Dried blood stains my skin and the gash continues to burn.

I look out past Grey again. Mercedes has left the fire leaving Baird by himself. I sigh at a thought that enters my mind.

Baird was a doctor before all of this. He seems to know what he's talkin' 'bout when it comes ta' medical stuff. Even though he caused the injury to me I wonder if he will fix it. I really need stitches otherwise it'll just keep rippin' open, bleeding, 'n' reclottin'.

Carefully I lift Grey's legs off mine 'n' slide outta the truck. My stomach muscles tighten and pain bolts through me. I double over holdin' the wound. Uncontrollable a small painful moan escapes me.

"Everything ok over there?"

Baird. He can fix his damage, but do I want him to?

I suck I a breath and straighten myself the best I can. Slowly I make my way around the truck. I stop next to the fire, pantin' with exhaustion.

Baird studies me with a thoughtful look. "Sorry about that," he mumbles, noddin' toward the wound hidden under my hand.

Saying nothin' I slowly sink to the ground across from him. Once seated I say, "ya said you where a doctor before this?"

"Yes, top of the surgery unit at St. Rose Hospital. Why?"

"I need stitches, and I'm sure ya know that."

"I thought you didn't want me anywhere near your blood until we reached Save Haven."

I study him for a moment. I still don't want him near my blood, I don't trust him.