This story is a work of fiction solely from the twisted mind of Chromex. Any resemblance to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are of at least 18 years of age unless otherwise specifically mentioned. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or total, without the author's permission.
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I closed my eyes in anticipation of the blow. My short new life was going to come to a sudden end at the hands of my ex-fiancΓ© here in this alleyway in Tempe. I knew she was a little crazy, but what hot chick isn't. The thought of her being insane enough to commit murder however never crossed my mind.
Even now staring up into her hazel eyes so wild with rage and insanity it was difficult to accept. I didn't want my last moments to be in this little wet alleyway, my last memories to be about blood; the stinging of it in your eyes and the flavor in your mouth. Closing my eyes I found myself thinking of Tiffany and how this would hurt her. Time seemed to drag as I waited for the blow, the final traumatic damage that even my accelerated healing couldn't handle, the blow that never fell.
The gunshot echoed painfully loud in the small alleyway. It's funny how selective our hearing can be at times. I heard the gunshot, the thud of the bullet's impact, and I even heard Heather's grunt as the bat went flying. It was almost everything afterward that I missed; the cops yelling at them, the other bat hitting the ground, and the sirens. I faded in and out, the loss of blood taking its toll as the cop started first aid. Even though my eyes were swollen and stinging with blood I could tell she was extremely attractive; a beautiful blonde valkyrie whose lips looked like they were made for kissing or sucking cock while her partner- fuck where did he go? I was sure there were two of them.
Fuck, even in my current condition I found myself getting turned on looking at her. I don't know, maybe there is something to the whole sexy uniform thing. Thankfully I passed out again before I could say or try something stupid. I awoke a couple more times in the ambulance and the ER. When I reached the ER I was actually happy to see it was the same hospital I'd just left a few days ago. During a lucid moment before they rolled me into surgery, I was able to ask the nurse to find Tiffany.
When I awoke hours later I was in surgical recovery, the sun just starting to break over the horizon as the red morning sky was visible through the window shades. I was sore, tender, and unfortunately, it was not from an outstanding fuck as it was the morning prior. I could see Tiffany slumped down in a chair fast asleep, her face covered in the streaks from her tears. It broke my heart to see her like this. I wanted to get up and go to her, but I discovered most of my upper body, with my right arm and shoulder as well as my left leg, was in a cast. Fuck, that bitch broke me. Glancing down I could see I had tubes in my unbroken arm and someone had taken my nipple piercings, and after drawing pink dots first, stapled them to my cast. Everybodys a fucking comedian.
Looking over at Tiffany I found myself growing angry at Heather and her accomplice. I wasn't even angry about my injuries, but that by attacking me they hurt Tiffany. Fuck me. Was I falling for her or was it my old personality asserting itself, angry over not being able to stop Tiffany from being hurt? I was going to have to do something. I couldn't tolerate the thought of her being hurt. Reaching for the cup of ice on my little bed table I somehow misjudged and sent the cup crashing to the floor.
Tiffany leaped out of the chair and was at my side in an instant. "Sara, thank god you're awake." Fresh tears started streaming down her face. "I was so scared when Kim came and told me." Using my free hand I pulled her into a hug, my tears starting to flow in earnest.
"I'm alive and I'm going to be okay. They didn't kill me so I will heal. Tiffany, I'm so sorry. I never expected anything like this to happen and it kills me that you are hurting. Please forgive me for letting you get hurt." It was my old personality coming through. Tiffany was my friend and my guide in this new life and I was supposed to protect her and I failed. It wasn't going to happen again.
"Forgive you for what? You're not the one who went psycho. You're not the one who waited in the rain to murder someone. Did you fuck Aaron? Yes. Did you know it was him? No. Did he know she wasn't in that bed? No. You didn't do a single thing that needs to be forgiven, so stop thinking you did."
"Did they say how long I would be here? I think I've had enough of hospitals for this lifetime."
"Initially they were thinking five or six weeks, but I wouldn't expect it to be that long," she said with a sly smile on her face, "for some reason the internal damage wasn't as severe as they expected when they took you into surgery. They also thought your back was shattered, but it was just a couple of mild fractures. The arm and leg both had multiple fractures though. Also, the police would like to talk to you."
It was then that I remembered the noise. "I heard the gunshot." It was her silence that gave me my answer, she was dead.
"They got away." Her frustration showed as she rubbed her temples. "They took off running when the shot somehow hit the bat. Officer Rodgers was giving chase when he fell on the wet concrete and twisted his ankle. His partner was busy making sure you stayed alive."
"They'll catch them." Taking the front of her scrubs I pulled her lips to mine. The kiss was tender, gentle, and long. It was exactly what I needed. It wasn't until a quiet cough from the doorway that we separated.