Everything hurt. I couldn't open my eyes, it was like I was in a mental fog. I could hear things, feel things, but they weren't real to me. It was like I was listening to a radio in the next room, only able to pick up words and phrases. The rest was all noise as I drifted in and out.
"Stay with me, Rose," a voice said. I could feel movement, my head was in pain from the loud noise. Helicopter, I figured out. I started to struggle, uselessly, my body not obeying me. "Stay still, we've got you," the female voice said.
"Cha... Charlotte," I said, the sound like I was underwater. She said something, but the waves were taking me away. I felt my stomach roil, suddenly vomit filled my throat. My gut spasmed, I couldn't breathe. I felt my whole body being rotated, a finger pushing into my mouth, clearing it so I could breathe again.
"GO GO GO," someone yelled over the sound of the blades. I was put on my back again, bouncing as I went. Every move caused my head to spin, and the waves took me until it all went black again.
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The fog started to clear and I could hear again, the helicopter noise was loud and constant. "Female, late thirties, head injury from explosion. BP one sixty over one hundred, pulse ninety, resp twenty five. Pupils unequal, right not reactive. Probably skull fracture above left ear, broken arm, multiple glass lacerations. Unconscious, aspirated prior to transport." I tried to open my eyes, I got one cracked open but the light hurt it and I closed it again. I could hear the monitor starting to race, that got his attention. "Ma'am, relax, you're being airlifted to a hospital, we'll take good care of you."
I tried to answer, but just then the helicopter tilted and I started feeling the waves washing over me again. He was talking, but I couldn't understand. My head throbbed, I tried to scream but nothing came out and then the blessed darkness took me again.
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"Rose, how could you do this to us?" My Mom sank back in the chair, tears falling down her face.
"I'm sorry," I said, looking down at the pregnancy test she had found in my garbage can. I didn't know what else to say. "He said he loved me!"
"Does he know?"
I nodded. "I talked to him at school. He laughed, said it wasn't mine and told me not to tell him again."
"Well? Is it his?"
I couldn't even look at her. "I'm pretty sure..."
"OH LORD HELP ME, MY DAUGHTER IS A WHORE," she wailed as she put her head on the kitchen table and sobbed.
"Rosalie Ellen, how did any daughter of mine become such a wanton slut she can't even name the father?" Dad was shaking, his anger was boiling over and that was never good. I looked up, my Mom was moving towards me, her face red with anger. I didn't figure it out in time, her hand swung to meet the left side of my face. The blow had me seeing stars, and I slid off the chair onto the floor. I scuttled away from them, pulling my legs to my chest and covering my face with my arms as my father approached. "Tomorrow I will take you to the clinic in Madison. You'll abort this bastard child and we will never speak of this again."
"NO! I can't do that to my baby!" I was sobbing uncontrollably now, my hand moving to my still-flat belly.
"You will, or you are no longer our daughter," he said. "Now go to your room, I'll wake you up early."
"Daddy, PLEASE!"
"It's us or that thing, Rose," Mom said softly.
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"Mommy? Something is wrong with Grandma."
My Char was standing by my side of the bed, still in her jammies. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked at the clock. Seven seventeen. I sighed, three hours would be all the sleep I got tonight after night classes and studying half the night. "I'm coming, baby."
"Her nails are blue, Mom, and she isn't waking up." Oh God, give me strength. "Charlotte, I want you to stay in here, watch television while I check on her, all right?" She nodded and jumped up on the bed, taking over the warm spot I'd just left. I turned on the television and handed her the remote. "Stay here until I call you, baby."
I walked out of my small bedroom, across to the larger one my Grandmother shared with Charlotte. The apartment was tiny, but we couldn't afford much. She got rental assistance, Social Security and her pension, and without her I'd never be in law school. She watched Char while I went to school at night, and I owed her everything, because she kept my dreams alive.
I turned the light on and my heart sank. She was gone.
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I drove up to the suburban Alexandria house, parking on the driveway of the large home. I looked at the clock, it was well past midnight, but I was used to late night calls. I got out of my car, grabbing my briefcase, and looked toward the door.
I froze.
A man stood there in the light of the front porch, but not just any man, this was a man straight out of my naughty dreams. Tall, heavily muscled with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a tight-fitting shirt that seemed to be glued to his shifting muscles. I moved my eyes back up to his face; he had short dark hair and a matching beard, a strong jaw, but what caught me was those EYES. They were boring into mine in a good way, it was like a connection had been snapped into place and I was at a loss. I just stood there like an idiot.
So did he.
It seemed like forever before we could close our mouths and move again. I started walking towards him, I was almost shaking. "Hi... I'm Rose. Rose Conspiell, Government Crimes Division of the FBI." I reached my hand out to his, tingles raced from my hand up my arm as we touched. I started to pull back, but his big hand gripped me tighter.
He smiled, causing me to swoon. "I'm Rico Rodriguez, but everyone calls me Gunny." I looked down at our hands, trying to figure out the tingles, and why they were now making their way into my chest and down to my sex. He was looking at me like he wanted to throw me over his shoulder and carry me off to his cave, and part of me was hoping he would do that.
Be professional, I told myself as he finally let me go. I had a job to do, and I don't mix work and pleasure.
He opened the door and I brushed past him. I could swear my body was becoming flushed and excited by his touch, his look. God, this is going to be a long night. Sit where you can't see him, focus on your work, just get through it.
We walked into the room, and Mr. Walking Sex God took a seat off to the side. I breathed a little easier as the introductions were made, but it was going to be a long night.
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"Wake up, love, it's almost time to check out of this place."