A Bullet for the Shooter by Larry Hoy & William Alan Webb

Author:Larry Hoy & William Alan Webb [Hoy, Larry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hit World Press
Published: 2021-02-22T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

Elvis Presley Trauma Center, Memphis, TN

Voices, faint and muffled…followed by nothing. Not blackness, not dreams, not even the ghosts of Cooper and Grace Allen, just…nothing.

Until…something? A faint line of light, maybe? Beeping, the scuffing of shoes on linoleum, words…and Sweetwater realized he couldn’t move. He was aware of his body again, but he couldn’t move it. His brain felt like it was stuffed in cotton. Thinking was hard, exhausting.

He slept.

Another sound; a soft beep. Different from the earlier one. Beep. Beep. Beep.

He slept again. Time had no meaning, no way to separate and organize the visceral memories that were all he could recall later.

After the beeping, his next memory was that the air smelled different. Still not fully conscious, Sweetwater tried to take a deep breath, but it hurt his chest too much. Short shallow breaths didn’t produce pain. But the air smelled different, or didn’t it smell at all? Now there was no odor, just air passing through his nostrils on the way to his lungs. His nose itched, now it was clogged. The beeping came…back, beep, beep. Sweetwater made a concerted effort to open his eyes, but they were so heavy, and he was so tired.

He slept.

Someone held his hand and there were voices around him. Sweetwater listened, trying to make sense of what he heard, but his brain was like a rusty generator coming back to life, slow and sputtering. Was that crying? Someone squeezed his hand. Did they say his name? He tried to squeeze back, but his hand wouldn’t obey. He tried to…and then he slept.

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