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<blockquote data-quote="Puppy Kicker" data-source="post: 1763489" data-attributes="member: 20284"><p><strong>Hospital Visit</strong></p><p></p><p><em>9:00 AM Sunday, July 18th</em></p><p><em>Newport News, Virginia</em></p><p></p><p>The companions crowded in the motel room the next morning, discussing what they’d discovered and what their plans were for the day. Rebecca sat at a table in front of Quinton’s laptop.</p><p></p><p>“The KOA on the Beach was a waste of time, but there are two more that I know of up here. I think we ought to go check those out.” Devin paused as he finished wrapping fresh bandages around his head. “We find where that Wendy girl is at, we find that bear, we get my sister back. Simple as that.”</p><p></p><p>“F***in’ A.” Armani agreed. “I think them campgrounds are the best bet. You know how to get to them, Devin?” </p><p></p><p>Devin nodded. “Been to both at one time or another.” He turned to the others. “So is that the plan? Are we all going to the KOA?”</p><p></p><p>“Sorry guys, I’ve GOT to go get my car fixed.” Quin said. “I’ll just drop it off at the shop and then I can join you for the camping trip.”</p><p></p><p>Devin sighed. “Fine, we’ll go with you to the shop first. Anyone else want to change the plans?”</p><p></p><p>Meadow paused from drying her hair long enough to answer. “I think I’m going to go see if I can find out how Betty’s doing.”</p><p></p><p>“Who’s Betty?” Quin asked.</p><p></p><p>“The cop… the one that we saved from certain death…” Meadow caught Quin’s sly grin. “Jerk.” She turned to Rebecca. “You want to come with me, Rebecca?” Rebecca seemed engrossed in something on the computer screen and was typing furiously. “Rebecca. Rebecca!” Rebecca turned.</p><p></p><p>“Yeah?”</p><p></p><p>“Let’s go see if we can find Betty and see how she’s doing. What are you up to, anyway?”</p><p></p><p>"I've been... following some leads," said Rebecca. She clicked the SEND button on her latest e-mail.</p><p></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">TO: John Edward <johnedward@crossingover.com></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">FROM: Rebecca Michaels <michaelsr@wandm.edu></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">SUBJ: Re: Interested in bear, please tell me more <nt></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">Mr. Edward,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"> Thanks for your reply. I’m sorry to sound </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">ungrateful, but there seem to be some mob-type </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">people interested in this artifact. I’m sure you </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">understand why I’m being cautious. In order to </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">verify that I’m talking to you and not some freak </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">who hijacked my e-mail, could you please ask my </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">grandmother to tell you what her favorite breakfast </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">food was? Thank you for your help!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">Rebecca Michaels</span></p><p></p><p>Rebecca turned off the computer. “Do you know where Betty is?”</p><p></p><p>Meadow tossed the towel onto the bed and sat down on it. “Nope. Maybe we can call the police station and see if they’ll tell us where she was taken.”</p><p></p><p>Devin shook his head. “Right, like they’re just going to up and tell you the location of one of their cops who was just ATTACKED and nearly KILLED. I don’t think so.”</p><p></p><p>“Dumb chicks,” Armani agreed. “F***in’ cops ain’t gonna tell you where she is.”</p><p></p><p>Five minutes later Rebecca hung up the phone and wiped a few tears from her eyes. “She’s at Riverside Community. The nice police lady was very sorry that they had neglected to call me and tell me what had happened to my sister. She promised it would never happen again.”</p><p></p><p>“That was amazing,” said Quin. He looked genuinely awed.</p><p></p><p>“So are you going to break down in tears when we get to the hospital too?” Meadow asked. She looked genuinely appalled. </p><p></p><p>“If I have to,” smiled Rebecca. “Come on, Meadow. I’ll drive.”</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">---</p><p></p><p><em>11:00 AM Sunday, July 18th</em></p><p><em>Riverside Community Hospital, Newport News, Virginia</em></p><p></p><p>Rebecca and Meadow stood in the waiting room of Riverside Community Hospital, looking at the line of people in front of the receptionist. They tried to look inconspicuous. They succeeded.</p><p></p><p>“Did we get her any flowers?” Meadow suddenly asked, breaking what passed for silence in the waiting room.</p><p></p><p>“Umm… no.”</p><p></p><p>“Should we have?” Meadow asked. “I mean, if we’re family it would seem appropriate to bring flowers or something.”</p><p></p><p>Rebecca glanced at a vase of flowers resting innocently on the waiting room table. “Oh, we DID bring some.”</p><p></p><p>Meadow looked furtively around as Rebecca inched towards the table. “Rebecca!” she hissed. Rebecca ignored her and placed herself between the receptionist and the flowers. With one hand behind her she gently lifted the flowers out of the vase, then froze in place as the receptionist glanced her way. The receptionist made brief eye contact and then continued helping someone. Rebecca snuck back towards Meadow with her new prize.</p><p></p><p>“I think they’re her favorite.” Rebecca smiled sweetly.</p><p></p><p>Meadow tried not to smile and failed. “Let’s go talk our way into some more trouble.”</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">---</p><p></p><p>“She believed you were Betty's sister? You two don’t look even remotely similar, Rebecca. How the hell do you do that?” Meadow asked a few minutes later, as she and Rebecca rode the elevator to the hospital’s third floor. “I mean, I don’t think it’s even natural.”</p><p></p><p>Rebecca shrugged. “I just have a way with people I guess.” They got off the elevator and approached the slightly ajar door that led to Betty’s room. “Here we are.” Rebecca slowly pushed the door the rest of the way open and walked in. Meadow followed.</p><p></p><p>The room was very dark – the blinds were shut and the lights were off. A couple of machines gave off an eerie greenish light and the television ran a <em>Will & Grace</em> rerun, volume off.</p><p></p><p>Betty was alone in the two-person room. As Rebecca and Meadow entered her head rolled towards them, her eyes barely open. “Miss Michaels. Miss McLean. Glad you could…” Betty groaned then continued. “Glad you could come.”</p><p></p><p>“We were worried about you, Betty.” Meadow said as she walked over to the bed and crouched down next to the injured police woman. “You got yourself pretty beat up the other night.” Meadow gently patted Betty’s hand. It was about the only part of the woman’s body not covered with plaster, bandages, or sensors.</p><p></p><p>"And we brought you these," said Rebecca, holding forth the pilfered flowers.</p><p></p><p>"Thank you." Betty tried to chuckle and stopped as the pain hit. “They…” Suddenly Betty’s eyes <strong>rolled </strong> back in her head and spittle <strong>sprayed </strong> from her lips. “BAD BLOOD!!! BAD BLOOD!!! BAD BLOOD!!!” She shouted and spasms rocked her body. All around them the previously comforting beeps of the machines picked up to a frenzied pace.</p><p></p><p>Rebecca looked worried. “Should we call a nurse?” she asked.</p><p></p><p>Meadow shook her head. “I’ll take care of her.” Meadow caressed Betty’s hand and whispered comforting words to her until the spasms stopped. A line of saliva dribbled down Betty’s cheek and her eyes rolled back and forth, watching something that wasn’t really there. “Going to kill me… bad blood. Bad blood killing me…” Betty at last relaxed and her eyes closed. “Going to kill you. Your blood… my blood… bad blood… Killing me… kill…. blood… “ Betty faded into unconsciousness.</p><p></p><p>“I don’t think we’re going to get any more information from Betty today, Rebecca. Let’s get out of here.”</p><p></p><p>Rebecca looked a little pale. “Uh huh.” She was still nodding as Meadow walked out of the room. Rebecca followed a few moments later, leaving Betty alone in the dark...</p><p></p><p>... but not completely alone.</p><p></p><p>As the elevator door closed on Meadow and Rebecca, a shadowy figure stepped from Betty’s room and snuck towards the stairs, unseen by anyone.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Puppy Kicker, post: 1763489, member: 20284"] [B]Hospital Visit[/B] [I]9:00 AM Sunday, July 18th Newport News, Virginia[/I] The companions crowded in the motel room the next morning, discussing what they’d discovered and what their plans were for the day. Rebecca sat at a table in front of Quinton’s laptop. “The KOA on the Beach was a waste of time, but there are two more that I know of up here. I think we ought to go check those out.” Devin paused as he finished wrapping fresh bandages around his head. “We find where that Wendy girl is at, we find that bear, we get my sister back. Simple as that.” “F***in’ A.” Armani agreed. “I think them campgrounds are the best bet. You know how to get to them, Devin?” Devin nodded. “Been to both at one time or another.” He turned to the others. “So is that the plan? Are we all going to the KOA?” “Sorry guys, I’ve GOT to go get my car fixed.” Quin said. “I’ll just drop it off at the shop and then I can join you for the camping trip.” Devin sighed. “Fine, we’ll go with you to the shop first. Anyone else want to change the plans?” Meadow paused from drying her hair long enough to answer. “I think I’m going to go see if I can find out how Betty’s doing.” “Who’s Betty?” Quin asked. “The cop… the one that we saved from certain death…” Meadow caught Quin’s sly grin. “Jerk.” She turned to Rebecca. “You want to come with me, Rebecca?” Rebecca seemed engrossed in something on the computer screen and was typing furiously. “Rebecca. Rebecca!” Rebecca turned. “Yeah?” “Let’s go see if we can find Betty and see how she’s doing. What are you up to, anyway?” "I've been... following some leads," said Rebecca. She clicked the SEND button on her latest e-mail. [FONT=Courier New]TO: John Edward <johnedward@crossingover.com> FROM: Rebecca Michaels <michaelsr@wandm.edu> SUBJ: Re: Interested in bear, please tell me more <nt> Mr. Edward, Thanks for your reply. I’m sorry to sound ungrateful, but there seem to be some mob-type people interested in this artifact. I’m sure you understand why I’m being cautious. In order to verify that I’m talking to you and not some freak who hijacked my e-mail, could you please ask my grandmother to tell you what her favorite breakfast food was? Thank you for your help! Rebecca Michaels[/FONT] Rebecca turned off the computer. “Do you know where Betty is?” Meadow tossed the towel onto the bed and sat down on it. “Nope. Maybe we can call the police station and see if they’ll tell us where she was taken.” Devin shook his head. “Right, like they’re just going to up and tell you the location of one of their cops who was just ATTACKED and nearly KILLED. I don’t think so.” “Dumb chicks,” Armani agreed. “F***in’ cops ain’t gonna tell you where she is.” Five minutes later Rebecca hung up the phone and wiped a few tears from her eyes. “She’s at Riverside Community. The nice police lady was very sorry that they had neglected to call me and tell me what had happened to my sister. She promised it would never happen again.” “That was amazing,” said Quin. He looked genuinely awed. “So are you going to break down in tears when we get to the hospital too?” Meadow asked. She looked genuinely appalled. “If I have to,” smiled Rebecca. “Come on, Meadow. I’ll drive.” [CENTER]---[/CENTER] [I]11:00 AM Sunday, July 18th Riverside Community Hospital, Newport News, Virginia[/I] Rebecca and Meadow stood in the waiting room of Riverside Community Hospital, looking at the line of people in front of the receptionist. They tried to look inconspicuous. They succeeded. “Did we get her any flowers?” Meadow suddenly asked, breaking what passed for silence in the waiting room. “Umm… no.” “Should we have?” Meadow asked. “I mean, if we’re family it would seem appropriate to bring flowers or something.” Rebecca glanced at a vase of flowers resting innocently on the waiting room table. “Oh, we DID bring some.” Meadow looked furtively around as Rebecca inched towards the table. “Rebecca!” she hissed. Rebecca ignored her and placed herself between the receptionist and the flowers. With one hand behind her she gently lifted the flowers out of the vase, then froze in place as the receptionist glanced her way. The receptionist made brief eye contact and then continued helping someone. Rebecca snuck back towards Meadow with her new prize. “I think they’re her favorite.” Rebecca smiled sweetly. Meadow tried not to smile and failed. “Let’s go talk our way into some more trouble.” [CENTER]---[/CENTER] “She believed you were Betty's sister? You two don’t look even remotely similar, Rebecca. How the hell do you do that?” Meadow asked a few minutes later, as she and Rebecca rode the elevator to the hospital’s third floor. “I mean, I don’t think it’s even natural.” Rebecca shrugged. “I just have a way with people I guess.” They got off the elevator and approached the slightly ajar door that led to Betty’s room. “Here we are.” Rebecca slowly pushed the door the rest of the way open and walked in. Meadow followed. The room was very dark – the blinds were shut and the lights were off. A couple of machines gave off an eerie greenish light and the television ran a [I]Will & Grace[/I] rerun, volume off. Betty was alone in the two-person room. As Rebecca and Meadow entered her head rolled towards them, her eyes barely open. “Miss Michaels. Miss McLean. Glad you could…” Betty groaned then continued. “Glad you could come.” “We were worried about you, Betty.” Meadow said as she walked over to the bed and crouched down next to the injured police woman. “You got yourself pretty beat up the other night.” Meadow gently patted Betty’s hand. It was about the only part of the woman’s body not covered with plaster, bandages, or sensors. "And we brought you these," said Rebecca, holding forth the pilfered flowers. "Thank you." Betty tried to chuckle and stopped as the pain hit. “They…” Suddenly Betty’s eyes [B]rolled [/B] back in her head and spittle [B]sprayed [/B] from her lips. “BAD BLOOD!!! BAD BLOOD!!! BAD BLOOD!!!” She shouted and spasms rocked her body. All around them the previously comforting beeps of the machines picked up to a frenzied pace. Rebecca looked worried. “Should we call a nurse?” she asked. Meadow shook her head. “I’ll take care of her.” Meadow caressed Betty’s hand and whispered comforting words to her until the spasms stopped. A line of saliva dribbled down Betty’s cheek and her eyes rolled back and forth, watching something that wasn’t really there. “Going to kill me… bad blood. Bad blood killing me…” Betty at last relaxed and her eyes closed. “Going to kill you. Your blood… my blood… bad blood… Killing me… kill…. blood… “ Betty faded into unconsciousness. “I don’t think we’re going to get any more information from Betty today, Rebecca. Let’s get out of here.” Rebecca looked a little pale. “Uh huh.” She was still nodding as Meadow walked out of the room. Rebecca followed a few moments later, leaving Betty alone in the dark... ... but not completely alone. As the elevator door closed on Meadow and Rebecca, a shadowy figure stepped from Betty’s room and snuck towards the stairs, unseen by anyone. [/QUOTE]
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