PROMPT: Without his big toes it was incredibly difficult to walk…
“Josh Wake up!” Her whisper was firm and impatient. There wasn’t much time. Crouched by his bedside to keep from being spotted, she tried again.
Still nothing! Josh had evidently been drugged. Sue sighed, disappointed at her newest thought. She counted down in her head and…BARGE!
Josh flew off the table with his makeshift pillow. His face got planted into the uneven ground. His fall shook the structure. She didn’t have to be told. Her cover had been blown. Much worse, by a glorified idiot! Why did he have to be so important anyway?
She crawled to him and turned him over hoping for the best. A bloody nose was fine in her books. She prayed against a broken one though. Josh Kent, the face of the morning show, won’t be as dashing with a lopsided nose. The city would never forgive one who ruined such a perfect face.
Sue’s eyes widened. Blood snaked from his nostrils but the bloke was still asleep. Her first aid instincts kicked in. She flew into chest compressions all the while listening for the long overdue sound of menacing footsteps.
She took a better look at her surroundings. A large room with tools and worktables everywhere. Dirty oil, a makeshift sickbed with full on torture equipment nearby. The stuffiness was sickening. The lighting obscured vision. Dust clung to every molecule of oxygen. Two things in the room made her smile however. Many places to hide and the fiery red nail gun she had salvaged.
“Come on. Come on!” Sue whispered again. Talking undertone was hellish. She was used to barking everything. She had to command respect from her diminutive frame. A large voice made things easier for her.
Sue cringed at her next thought. On a normal day she’d slap a man awake. But this time it was Josh and his nose was already being generous with the blood. Mouth to mouth resuscitation…that was her last resort.
She dropped the nailgun, knelt down over him, wiped his leaking face with gentle palms, puckered up some juicy lips, screwed her eyes shut and dove in.
With his palm!?
“You? Try to kiss me?” He cringed at the thought of it. “I don’t even know you!” He shrieked.
“What? You were awake this whole time?” Her embarrassment couldn’t be hidden.
“YES! Awake enough to see that you’re pretty cheap. AND THIRSTY! Ugly ol' woman.” His words impaled every part of her. Again, the mantra of her world was validated. “ All men are the same”
“You’d say this to the woman risking her life to save you?” She protested.
“Don’t talk like you’re perfect. You tried to kiss a sleeping man you just met!”. His accusation stabbed her. Her fists deformed into clenches. Her pale Caucasian skin began to burn. Her teeth clamped down on the horrid words she wanted to spew.
Sue lost the internal battle and shot words at him anyway, “Your socks reek! And you look better on TV!”
Slowly getting back to her feet she said, “Escape on your own since you’re so perfect.” She mopped her eyes with her sleeve before her tears broke out.
“I risk my life to save you and…QUICK! HIDE,SOMEONE IS COMING!” She commanded undertone...
To be continued