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How does Owen afford all of this?
This crazy, dangerous lifestyle he lives must pay well.
Eventually, I see a little rose carved into one of the fence panels. It’s similar to one of the pictures I remember Justine drawing in the corner of one of her letters.
Was she artsy?
I run my finger over the rose, my heart aching once more for the love that never was allowed to be. It’s really a shame that things exploded the way they did.
I move lower and I find a drain type grate.
I don’t know if this is right, but I push on it anyway.
“Oh thank God.”
The key, there it is! I can get to work.
It’s even more of a relief when the door swings open. I barely have a chance to take a look around. I need to get Owen inside. Now.
“Owen.” I bang on the car window by him. “Come on, I need you to wake up now.”
He gives me a bit of a look, but he’s not with it. Dizzy, too, by the looks of it.
I think I might be on my own here.
I pull the door open and try to take his weight. He’s easily twice the size of me, and weighs a ton, but what else can I do?
There’s a little bit of consciousness there, but it isn’t enough.
“Come on, Owen, let me just put you here on the couch. I need to look at your injuries.”
He slumps.
I hate seeing him like this.
It’s too much.
I swallow all my emotions down and do what I can to get into professional mode. I have been a nurse and I’ve even worked on Owen before, but this feels different.
Can I handle it?
I have to handle it, or he might not make it.
I gather the supplies I got from the gas station and do what I can to clean up his wounds and to make sure they won’t get infected or worse. I take the needle and thread and make a fewstitches that I hope will hold for the time being. The shot was a through and through.
Owen groans.
“I know, I know… just a few more. Stay with me.”
I just need him to get through this. That’s the most important thing to me…
I finish the stitches, wipe away the blood and put on a bandage. I step back, finally taking in a deep breath. Have I done enough? Owen needs a hospital.
Wait, is that…?
My eyes find a phone… one that has just slid out of Owen’s pocket.
The first cell phone I have seen in a very long time.
