A Path to Utopia by Jacqueline Druga

Author:Jacqueline Druga [Druga, Jacqueline]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 13033835
Published: 2011-10-11T00:00:00+00:00

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If there was one motel in the world than Robi hated it was the Days Inn.

Although she claimed not to be racist, she often stated her reasoning for hating that chain was every one she stayed was owned by foreigner and not kept well.

The motel was the first they encountered once they reached the safety zone. A two-story structure with the outside entrances into each room. Mas gave them the safety thumbs up, and Jeb sought out the keys for the doors.

Luckily, the hotel hadn’t advanced into the card key phase or they would have been out of luck.

101 adjoined with room 102, and Robi claimed those rooms. She could

place Bishop in one, and Martha within ear shot in the other.

Bishop groaned out in pain, his leg seeping blood. Jeb ripped the shower curtain from the stall and laid it on the bed per Robi’s instructions, and then they laid Bishop on that.

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She ripped his pant leg, and poured a saline solution over the wound.

“Hold still” She instructed. “Where are the rest of my med supplies!

Tate!”

Tate flew in. “Sorry, they were in the back.” He dropped the case on the bed next to Robi.

“Robi flipped open the box. “Bishop you’re gonna have to calm down.

She looked up to Jeb and Tate. “He has to be knocked out.” She returned to themed case.

Jeb turned to Tate. “You or me.”

“You probably have a better chance,” Tate said. “Go on.”

Curiously, Robi glanced at them. “What are you …” before she could

say anything, Jeb had cold cocked Bishop rendering him unconscious. “What was that for.” she asked.

Jeb answered, “You said to knock him out.”

She showed him the syringe. “This would have done it.”

“Sorry,” Jeb said.

“Sorry,” Tate echoed.

Robi grunted. “This bite is bad. OI have to start an antibiotic IV. Tate, in the color, I have a bag labeled, can you get it?”

“Sure thing.” Tate rushed out.

Robi prepped the sutures, and reached for Bishop’s wound.

“Will he die?” Jeb asked.

“Not from the wound.” Robi said. “He could from infection.” She

began to suture him. “We’ll just have to wait and see.” She looked up to a sleeping Bishop, then back to her work. “This is a fuckin’ nightmare.”

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