Return & Redemption

Part 3

"Hey, thanks," I muttered as Steve showed up in his colorful jacket, holding two cups of coffee.

"No problem. What happened, here, anyways?" he asked.

I raised my coffee to my lips before taking a sip and making a disgusted face at the taste. "I don't even know, to be honest. I was driving home from your place and practically ran into him. Then he just passed out, so I pulled him into the backseat of my car and drove straight here."

"Who was it?"

I sighed at the question. "I don't know, man. I'm haven't been here since middle school, so you know that I don't know anyone."

"Yeah, well, maybe I'll know him," he shrugged.

"I suppose? Go take a look. It's room 204."

"Hm," Steve nodded and walked up the stairwell.

***

My back was to him when Steve ran right into me, knocking the coffee out of my hand, splashing the dark liquid all over my bare legs.

"What the hell?" I shouted after his dashing form. "Steve!"

"Shit! Come on, Sanya!"

I groaned loudly and started after him. "Steve, slow down! Why are you running?" I finally demanded as we entered the parking lot.

"Where's your car?" he screeched.

"Right here," I snapped.

"Toss me the keys!"

I obliged and immediately jumped into the passenger seat.

"Steve? Steve!" I asked as he hit the gas, pulling us out of the hospital lot. "Where are we going?"

"Mike Wheeler's!"

"Nancy's place? What? Why?"

"That's where they'll all be! The kids, I mean. I need to tell them who I just saw in the hospital. Who you almost hit," Steve responded quickly.

"Who?" I hit my hand against the dashboard, getting angry.

"Billy, damn it! Billy Hargrove!"