In Too Deep (A Boondocks Saint Fan Fic)

Massachusetts General Hospital

Chapter Nine:

Abby lay on the bed in her childhood room, the window blacked out with paper while the mattress was on the floor. She could hear yelling as she sat slowly up, looking down at the shoulder that she had been sure was shot. She touched the skin over where the wound should have been careful.

"She's a fucking freak, Valery! All those pictures and articles! Like a damn serial killer." She could hear a voice yelling. "Can't have her blabbing about any of that shit! Don't need attention drawn here!"

Abby closed her eyes for a moment before reopening them and looked around her at all the pictures, articles and book pages on the walls. She rubbed her face in her hands, trying to banish where ever her mind had taken her in what she could only assume was a pain killer induced dream world.

Finally dropping her hands, she saw a gaunt pale man standing across from her. His hair was hung to under his ears, light and sandy blond, face angular. "Paul Smecker?" She thought out loud, knowing him from some of the police reports.

"Well look at you...smart little girl. Getting yourself shot though..." He made a ticking sound with his tongue. "Not very smart."

Abby rubbed her hair and looked around before her legs, feeling like they were detached from her body, stood her up. She knew she was in a dream world but she couldn't focus on the fact enough to make it not feel real.

"What do you want from me?" She asked slowly.

Smecker smiled a lopsided grin at her before tapping his finger on the wall over one of the pictures. She walked closer to it and squinted at the picture of her father as she could hear his voice bellowing downstairs. The sound of things crashing could be heard as he threw things at her sobbing mother.

Smecker tilted his head to the side. "What you're good at." He told her, taking out a cigarette and his lighter.

"No!" Her scream was deafening as she tried to stop him from lighting it right before the entire dream burst into blue flames.

Abby slowly opened her blue eyes, feeling all of her limbs and eyelids weighing her down heavily. She watched as a face slowly came into her field of vision. "Murph?" She whispered hoarsely, her throat lined from lack of water.

The face laughed and she blinked to focus on Duffy leaning over her. "Sorry sweetheart. Just me." He told her sliding over a chair. "Your boss Eddy just went to get some coffee."

Abby shifted in the hospital bed, wincing as she looked at her left shoulder and all of the bandaging on it. It was wrapped in a blue sling, holding the weight off. She took a cup of water that Duffy held out to her, gulping it down quickly. "How long have I been out?" She asked him slowly.

Duffy gave her a considering look. "Just since we brought you in last night....about 7 hours." He told her. "The wound is okay but you lost a lot of blood. I couldn't get you to stop wriggling."

"I'm a fighter." She muttered almost to herself. She looked at him closely as he rubbed his hair. "Who sent to envelope?"

Duffy looked at her sharply before frowned. "Christ Abby. You just got shot! Can't you switch off for a few hours?" Abby gave him a look that clearly said he was completely retarded. Duffy sighed. "The fingerprints we found on the envelope the person who they belong to is dead."

Abby's eyebrows furrowed. "Not that dead obviously." She muttered. "What was the name?"

Duffy leaned closer. "Look Abby....I don't know how far you've figured things out but you need to be careful and get the hell out of this."