Wistful

Chapter 29 - Yeah, He's Like Superman

(Kadynce's POV)

Almost drifting off, I was awakened by Nikkol as I tried hugging a sleeping Jase tighter in my arms. My bump has gotten so big in the last month that it's starting to feel awkward to hold my kids in my lap. "Mommy, Daddy's taking forever. I wanna go home."

"He has been gone a while." Mel spoke up, grabbing her purse out of her desk. "It doesn't this long to dump the trash. It's right out back."

Yawning, I stood up to stretch. "I'll see what's taking him so long."

Handing Jase to Mel, I headed to the back. Nixon showed me where the trash is dumped at the end of the day. He told me that usually, the managers do it, but he sent them home after the last customer today. He wanted to do the closing.

Grabbing the door stopper, I placed it down to keep the door ajar as I stepped out into the night. "Nixon?" I called to him, walking towards the dumpsters but stopped when I saw a body lying on the ground.

I did a double-take because I didn't know if my mind was playing tricks on me or not. I was just drifting off to sleep several minutes ago, I could be seeing anything at this point.

"Nix?" I panicked, now rushing to the body as I hoped and prayed that maybe Nixon got into a fight a knocked a guy out and this was him. "Nixon!"

But I was slapped with reality once I got closer and recognized the color of the suit that he's wearing today. Then I was overwhelmed with agony when I finally reached his body and got confirmation that it was him. "Oh my god!" I cried, getting down on the ground next to him, scraping my hands and knees in the process.

He was unconscious and had a huge gash on his head that was pouring blood. Taking off my shirt, thanking God that I wore a tank top underneath today, I held it to his head as I checked his pulse.

I stayed in medical school long enough to know how to slow a bleed, check a pulse, and do CPR on someone.

I was relieved to find a pulse in his neck.

Pulling out my phone, I dialed 911.

"Nixon, can you hear me?" I called to him. "Nixon?"

It's another thing I learned. You never want to try and shaken a person with a neck or head injury as it can cause them more harm than good. The best thing that you can do is to call their name and try to get them to wake up.

I didn't want to touch him anyway, he looked so beaten up and in so much excruciating pain.

"911, what's your emergency?"

It was a male operator.

"Please, I need help." I rushed. "My boyfriend has been beaten up and mugged. He's unconscious and has a deep head injury that's bleeding really badly."

"What's your name?" He asked as I heard him typing on the other end.

I mentally rolled my eyes, but this is what they must do. Things will go smoother if I just go along. "My name is Kady."

"Alright, Kady. I'm picking up your location now and I'm sending help your way." He continued. "What's your boyfriend's name?"

I was trying to stay calm because I needed to help Nixon but I'm slowly imploding.

"Nixon Pierce." I answered, applying more pressure to his head but my shirt was soaking up his blood like a sponge. It was almost drenched.

The operator continued to ask me questions regarding Nixon's age, injuries, and how long I believe him to be unconscious.