Red Cure (on hold)

1/2 Part 24

Sorry that its been SO long since I updated. I have just been swamped with life. It wouldn't leave me alone  -_-  anyways, here's what I have so far, I hope to have the next part up by next monday :)

Happy reading \(^-^)/ 

Boxing Day

Sharp had closed her eyes and my shirt dripped with her blood. It soaked into my pants as I held her against me and I started to panic. She was losing way too much blood.

“Stay with me Sharp, I can see the plane, we’re almost there.” I said as I entered the large clearing the plane had been stowed in. I ran to the stairs and expected someone to come out and start shooting at us at any moment, but there was no one there. I sighed in relief as I entered the aircraft without any opposition. I set Sharp in the copilot’s seat and headed back to get the plane ready for takeoff.

The air suddenly rang out with a blaring alarm and I could hear planes taking off from the hanger near the building we had just escaped from. I saw them flying away as I closed the door. I hurried back to Sharp to check if she was still breathing and when I saw her chest rising up and down and felt a weak pulse under my fingers I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding. I headed to where I knew the first aid kit was and rushed back with it to the cockpit.

I pulled out bandages and wrapped around her, not taking off the shirt I had already put on her. I then strapped her in securely, I couldn’t do anymore where we were, we had to get back. She was too pale.

I started the plane just as I heard planes coming towards us instead of heading away like the others. We started down the field, bumping the landing gear on rocks and uneven terrain. I finally got us in the air when a couple of loud explosions sounded behind us. I didn’t bother looking. I knew that the building I had been held in was gone.

The jet planes left us alone and headed away as soon as possible. I turned the plane towards the setting sun and hoped we would get there in time.

December 27, 2039

I’d flown all night and most of today when I had to stop for fuel. I didn’t know where we were but I knew it was in America somewhere.

I checked Sharp who’s bleeding had slowed down before venturing into the airport while the machines refueled the plane automatically. I took one look at the abandoned place and all of the welcome signs that were falling apart and covered in rust and I knew exactly where we were.

Wisconsin.

I woke up in the airplane cockpit alone. I didn’t move, I just looked around. I knew Peter couldn’t be far and I had to stay awake so that he could know that I was ok. I tried to keep my eyes open but they were closed again a moment later.

I returned to the plane with the approximate coordinates and a GPS. I was going to get Sharp cared for as soon as possible. With a full tank we set out again. But we didn’t know what we were going to find.

December 28, 2039

We had been in North Dakota somewhere, after that I had no idea where the facility had been. I had never thought to ask.

It took me all day but I found it. I landed the plane outside the gates and carried Sharp out onto the ground, willingly returning to someplace we had tried so hard to escape from the last time we had stood in that spot. I ran to the gates, expecting people to rush out and help but no one came. I pushed the gates open easily and rushed further into the compound. I knew something was wrong. There was no one there, everyone was gone, disappeared.

I took Sharp to the medical ward and laid her out on one of the tables. I didn’t know if the bullet was still in her or not but I knew I needed to sew her up fast. I removed the bandages and my shirt and cleaned the wound. I sewed it up quickly and then I covered it with a patch of gauze and taped it securely. I turned her onto her side gently and checked her back; it was then that I saw the exit hole. It was twice the size of the entry wound and it made me feel sick to think of the bullet traveling through her flesh. I repeated the process but was unable to sew the exit wound. I placed a thick bandage over it and then I wrapped her middle with gauze.

I picked her up gently off of the table and headed to where our old room had been. I didn’t want her to wake up in her bloody clothes so I would just have to put her in some of the annoyingly bright yellow sweats while her clothes were being washed.

Almost everything was as just as it had been when I left it. The last movie we had watched together still sat on top of the DVD player. The furniture was how we’d moved it and the bed was rumpled as if Sharp had just gotten out of it. The only things different were the papers and school books lying around accompanied by a stack of movies beside the entertainment center and a long list of movies tacked to the wall.

I set her on the bed then contemplated for a few seconds how I was going to get her clothes off. I took out one of the sweat outfits and laid it on the bed beside her. Carefully I removed her shirt and pulled the sweatshirt on, trying not to look at her. Her limbs were hard to get through the arms of the shirt but getting sweatpants on was easier. It was taking off her jeans that was hard. I won’t tell how many knives I found on her, only that it was more than a dozen. Just on her lower person that is. I covered her with the blankets on our bed and took her de-knifed clothes to be washed.