Rabbits of the Apocalypse by Benny Lawrence

Author:Benny Lawrence [Lawrence, Benny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bedazzled Ink Publishing Company
Published: 2014-12-22T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

IN WHICH I COME UP WITH A SORT OF KIND OF A PLAN

PAX HAD FOUR inches and fifteen pounds on me, but I had no trouble dragging her bodily to Orelle’s apartment. The state I was in, I could have punched through walls and dragged speeding trucks to a halt.

The moment we were through the door, I shoved Pax towards Orelle’s bed. “Help her.”

Orelle was curled on her side, eyes glassy as marbles. The right side of her face was twitching; the left side was a blank, frozen mask. Her forehead and torso shone with sweat.

Pax glanced at her, then back at me, bleak-faced.

“I don’t want to hear it,” I said fiercely, cutting her off before she could even begin to talk. “Just fix her, damn you!”

“I’m not a doctor.”

“You spent a lot of time with Amanthi when you were in the League.”

“A’ya. And I spent a lot of time in hen-houses when I was a kid. It didn’t turn me into a chicken.”

I was so furious, everything in my vision was drenched in red. If I had cried that moment, I think blood-drops would have come rolling out.

“You know more about medicine than anyone else in this town,” I said through gritted teeth. “And you’re all we’ve got, so don’t argue. You see that woman? You hid underneath that woman, when your fucking owner wanted to find you and use your head as a soccer ball. She put her damn body between you and Russe. You fucking well owe her, Pax. You owe me!”

I was yelling by then, and Pax swiftly grabbed my elbow and pulled me out into the hall. “She’s had a stroke. That much is obvious.”

“A stroke,” I said, breathing hard. “Fine. How do you cure a stroke? Sponge baths, bed rest, or foot massage?”

“She needs a brain scan, clot-busting drugs, blood thinners, physical therapy . . .”

“ . . . none of which she’ll get around here, so what else? Hot soup? Cabbage leaves? Group hugs?”

She shook her head. “Casey. Casey, I am so sorry. But there might not be a fix for this.”

I clamped my eyes shut. Maybe if I couldn’t see the world, it would cease to exist.

“Orelle’s tough,” I said hoarsely. “She’ll be fine.”

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