“Get him to the hospital.”

I thought Dobey meant Hutch.  After all, I’d only been kidnapped, beaten, drugged and strung up to be sacrificed.  Me?  Need a hospital?

Could be I wasn’t thinking straight, but the point is, I thought it was Hutch who needed doctoring.  So, I started right in checking him over and wondering where the holes were.

He caught my hands.  “Not me, dummy.”

“You sound like shit,” I told him.

His chuckle wasn’t real convincing.

Dobey wasn’t impressed.  “Now!”  He stomped off.

Like an idiot, I giggled.  “I forgot.  I’m evidence.  Got to get me bagged and tagged.”

Yeah, I amused the hell out of myself.  Not so much Hutch.

“Shut up!”

“Look,” I said.  “I didn’t mean…”

He was pissed.  “I can’t pretend it’s okay.  It’s not!”

I know I should’a been sympathetic, but I guess it wasn’t in me right then, because I got mad instead.

Which is how we ended up yelling at each other, in front of everyone.

Stupid, huh?  All the time those freaks had me, all I wanted was Hutch.  And now that I had him, I was angry enough to kill him.

Love.  It’s a hell of a thing.

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