Chapter NineteenMature

Marcus Judd

"Put her on the stretcher, Judd!"

"No, screw you!" I yelled back. "I've got her! Just tell me where you went me to go!"

"Judd," Nick demanded. "Put the girl on the damn stretcher."

"I said I've got her, Sullivan! Now tell me where to go before I kick your—"

"This is no time for you to screw around! Put the girl on the stretcher right now!"

I spat on the ground, then dropped Gwen's motionless body gently onto the stretcher. "If these guys can't move fast enough, and she dies, I'll—"

"If it comes to that, I'll do it myself. Now keep walking."

I sighed, but let it go. I followed the two nurses with the stretcher into the medical room. They moved her from the stretcher into a bed and began pushing her down the hall. Her face was as white as a sheet, and the veins in her neck seemed to turn a terrible shade of blue as the nurses pushed her bed into a room. They closed the door behind them right before I could enter, which told me I wasn't welcome. I turned and walked back outside, deciding that waiting outside the room wouldn't speed up the process.

Nick was standing out there, the phone to his ear.

"That thing's been glued to your face for two hours straight now," I snapped. "What's the news? How's the city?"

"No one's answering their phones!" Nick roared, throwing his cell to the ground. It shattered, and pieces slid in every direction.

I looked at him calmly for a moment. A helicopter was landing behind us, and dust started to get kicked up into the air. I tried to yell over the sounds of the chopper. "Do you think there are any survivors??"

He didn't reply. He just motioned for me to follow him. I rolled my eyes and walked with him away from the sounds of the helicopter. As we walked he said, "To answer your question, I don't know. I have no idea what's going on over there . . . but . . ."

"But what?"

"But I think I want to go back and find out."

I caught his shoulder and spun him around. "The answer to that is a no."

"I'll remind you that I'm in charge of this squad, whether or not you like to pretend otherwise. If I want to go, it's not your place to tell me that I can't."

"With all due respect, sir," I said sharply, "it'd be suicide to go back there!"

Nick nodded. "I agree."

We were both silent for a few moments.

I smiled. "Actually, that sounds like fun."

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