Serenity Submerged by Craig A. Hart

Author:Craig A. Hart
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Craig A. Hart

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Shelby checked himself out of the med center the next morning, against the wishes of his doctor, Ward, and even Mack. He loped through the lobby on a single crutch, trying hard to suppress the grimace of pain on his face. If it weren’t vitally important to find Fritz quickly, he would have been more than happy to spend the next two weeks lying around the house drinking beer. He felt he could use a good vacation. But the disappearance—and possible death—of his friend required swift action, massasauga bite or no.

“Where’d you park the Jeep?” he asked Ward.

She pointed. “Far side of the lot.”

“Oh, great.”

“Would you like me to fetch your car, my liege?”

Shelby growled and set himself for the trek. He started off across the lot, his mouth set in a firm line, bad leg swinging. He got a few yards away when Ward called after him.

“I was kidding. The Jeep is actually in the first spot next to the handicap row.”

Shelby stopped. He was already breathing hard. Crutches were a lot harder to use than they looked. He turned slowly and fixed Ward with a look that might have set a weaker soul ablaze.

“If I weren’t a gentleman, I’d call you a very bad name.”

Mack looked as if he might sustain internal injuries unless the laugh he was suppressing was set free. “She got you, Shel.”

“I’m glad you’re both getting such quality enjoyment out of my infirmity. Hey, I know. Let’s go to the physical therapy center and laugh at the cripples. That should be loads of fun for you two degenerates.”

Ward crossed her arms and smiled. “You’re the one who left against medical advice. For god’s sake, Shelby, they made you sign a form.”

“Have we forgotten what’s important here? Fritz could still be alive. If he is, we need to move fast to keep it that way.”

Ward nodded and sobered. “You’re right. Sorry. I’ll help you to the Jeep.” She started forward, but Shelby waved her off.

“I’ll make it, as long as you drive.”

“I’m on it.”

Shelby glanced at Mack. “I suppose you want to tag along?”

“No, but someone has to be the adult. I’ll chaperone.”

Shelby swung toward the Jeep. His armpits were already sore from the crutch. He reached the vehicle and climbed in, tossing the crutch into the back seat, and fastened his seat belt. Then he slapped the outside of the door.

“Let’s go!”

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