Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55

 

Gotta Catch The Pretty Ones

© 2011-2014 by Mr. David R. Dorrycott

 

Chapter Twenty-Seven





Sara woke groggy. Very groggy. It was as though a soft fluffy blanket was between her and reality. The last clear thing she remembered was dialing the emergency number. She couldn’t even remember what she had said. There were flashes of images, her kitchen security door exploding outward in slow motion. A nurse looking at her with pain in her own eyes. An airplane, but where had an airplane come from? Stonehome didn’t even have an airport. Someone telling her that they had called her wife, oh what must Penny be thinking the redhead asked herself.


It was the pain in her right hand though that focused her mind, waking her fully. Her fingers felt like they were on fire and there was a sharp pain in the palm of her hand as though someone had cut it with a knife. She tried flexing her right hand but felt no response, it must be in bandages she finally decided. Just how badly had she been burned anyway? Still the clouds between her and reality held. She could smell that she was in a hospital, but where? “Nurse” she called, ignoring the little bulb sitting by her left hand that would have done the job better. “NURSE!”


Eventually a nurse arrived. She took one look at her patient before leaning out and yelling down the hall. “Doctor.” Apparently seeing someone coming she entered the room fully. “It’s all right Mrs. Richards” she said in that mind numbing soothing voice all Nurse’s seemed to have. “Your going to be fine, are you in pain?”


“A little” Sara admitted, “My right hand hurts and the worlds all fuzzy. Where am I?”


“Vermilion City Central Hospital” the nurse answered. “That was a very, very bad injury.” Just then the door opened and an elderly Doctor walked in.


“Mrs. Richards?” he asked in greeting.


“Gods I hope so” the fuzzed out Sara admitted. “Otherwise Penny is just going to kill me. This nurse just said my injury was bad. How bad.”


Looking to the nurse, who deftly placed her hand on a bulb attached to the drip going into Sara’s right arm the Doctor took a deep breath. “You lost your right hand Mrs. Richards. All the way to the wrist. I’m sorry.”


Sara never got a chance to scream. As she started to inhale the nurse squeezed and the world faded away.