Page 81 of Reacher
“Why the fuck can’t I move?”
He still didn’t move, and I swear to god if he didn’t get up and help me, I’d kick his ass too. When I had the fucking strength, that is.
“Stitch?”
He shrugged finally. “I’d say that whatever caused you to collapse is still sapping your energy, so maybe try calming the fuck down.Great, and now you got us in trouble.”
The nurse looked pissed, and it wasn’t the one who has the hots for my VP either.
“Is this person upsetting you, Mr Anderson? We can have him removed.”
I snorted. “Uh… he’s doing no harm, nurse.”
“So your heart rate is erratic because?” Snarky nurse this one, still she was another obstacle in my fucking way right now.
“I tried moving. I… it’s okay, I learned my fucking lesson, okay?”
She glared at Stitch, who winced under the force of it, then back at me.
“I’ll thank you both to mind your language, and try to abide by the rules. You need rest, Mr Anderson.”
“What I need is a cup of coffee.”
She glared at me again. “Coffee is not advised at this time, Mr Anderson.”
“Jesus, my fucking name is Reacher, okay?”
Her lips pursed, and I heard Stitch sniggering.
“Jesus. Look… I’m sorry, okay? I’m… I’m just a fucking normal guy, and I swear. Everyone fucking swears. I’m trying, but I’m frustrated and fed up, and my lady is out there relying on me to save her, and I’m stuck here like a fucking waste of space!”
Stitch stood up, and held a hand up, doing that thing he does where he calms the situation, and diffuses the shit normally caused by me.
“Sorry about him, love. He’s a bit cranky, but I’ll keep him quiet so you can get on with looking after the nicer patients.”
She left with a huffy sigh, and Stitch leaned on the bed to stare down at me.
“You got a fucking death wish? That one has crazy eyes, I mean, Jesus, she’s either gonna jump you, or murder you, and I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t survive either.” He widened his eyes dramatically at me. Dickhead.
“So you’re just gonna stay and piss me off?”
He smirked then. “Nah. I’m gonna get me a coffee, and get you a lovely cup of tea.”
“Fuck you.”
Twenty-Seven
Iwokeuponthatbed, minutes or maybe even hours later, I had no idea. I was alone, but I don’t think I was untouched. I sat up, feeling groggy, with a sore throat, and a feeling like someone was still leaning on it. I didn’t feel like I’d been tampered with, but then…I definitely wasn’t completely untouched.
I pulled at my clothes, which were coated with something I recognised instantly. That fucker had spunked all over me, the sick bastard! I gagged at the thought of his cum being all over me, although I was grateful it was only on my clothes, and not my bare skin.
I shoved up from the bed, and staggered as a wave of dizziness washed over me, and made me gasp, which led to a coughing fit. My throat felt like rocks had been shoved down it. Did he fuck my throat after I was unconscious? I didn’t think so, or certainly he’d have finished in my mouth, right?
I tried standing up again, after falling back on the bed during my coughing fit. I felt like hell, but I had to find a way out beforehe returned. Whatever had dragged Raoul away, it wouldn’t keep him away indefinitely, and when he came back for me, he wouldn’t let anything else stop him from raping me.
It took me a good few moments just to feel steady enough to try for the door. It wasn’t locked, but the second I pulled at the handle, the door was shoved inwards, and nearly knocked me to the floor.
“The fuck are you doing, bitch?” The guy snarled, as he leaned over me. Oh wait, I was on the floor, but I didn’t even feel it happen. I felt too groggy and out of it.
