After far too long, the doctors let me go. Mainly because I kept basically begging them to let me just go home. But still, it took two more precious days after the cops came to see me for them to let me go.
I sit with Jeff in the backseat, resting my head on his shoulder as Vinny drives us. I could fall asleep like this, but all I can do is worry.
Habit has been gone for far too long. And I need him to come home. I'm not delivering Hope without him being there.
As we pull into the driveway, I see Dogs wandering about, each of them looking batshit crazy.
"Great," Vinny mutters.
"Go, Vin!" Jeff cries. "You're the most vulnerable out of us, they could kill you."
Vinny throws it in reverse and as we start backing up, Dogs start to run at us and take aim.
"Get down!" Vinny yells.
Jeff pulls me behind the seat and on the floor as best he can a pregnant lady. They bat at the windows like zombies and I bite my lip to keep from screaming. One Dog tries to open the door I'm leaning against, but thank whatever divine beings you believe in, because it is locked from the inside.
"We're getting out of here, now!" Vinny says.
The car spins around and Jeff tips over in his seat, and I grab ahold of the seats. Then we peel out of the driveway and shoot down the road.
"Vinny?" I ask.
"I'm fine," he says.
"Jeff?"
"Same," he says, pulling me back onto the seat with him.
"We're going to get Habit and Evan back," Vinny promises.
About damn time.
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A/N: I know that by now a lot of you guys don't read the psychobabble I write here, but I've decided to redo Inhabited. This means I will delete it and start over from scratch. So make sure to check out the new, not cringe-worthy version once it's up.
And make sure you check out AnnaSpade 's new book revolving around EMH, it's really good.
Love you all, and good night/day.
Xoxoxoxo ...
