Creative Writing: Strangers In The Dumpster

Ryder woke with a throbbing headache. As his eyes slowly drifted into focus, a hospital room came into focus. A dull throbbing pain pounded in his head, and the drunk couple yelling lovey dovey shit back and forth was not helping. Looking down, he tried to figure out how he got injured. It all came flooding back at the speed of light.
Holy shit, he could not stay in her because he would a sitting duck. Ace’s mocking face rose in his mind and Ryder knew he be diligent about finishing the job he started by shooting him. Trying to sit up, he accidently knocked over a side table. Shit, someone was going to come for sure now and he couldn’t even defend himself until the drugs wore off. Sure enough a nurse came running to his rescue.
Rushing over to him, she tried to push him back down onto the bed. Her small hands on his chest were barely noticeable. Did the diminutive nurse …show more content…
I’m just a nurse.” Fear was stamped clearly on her attractive face as she spoke.
“I can’t be found here, electronically or physically. Look Doll, how often do you get the chance to match wits with a killer with a man’s life hanging in the balance?”
Ignoring his joking, she replied thoughtfully. “Fine. Ryder, I can update your information on our database. If I don’t they might give him information on you if they think he’s family. I don’t think we can risk him coming here again. In fact, we might be able to stash you in one of the empty offices in the back for the night. At least on the off chance he comes barreling back in here, he won’t find you laying helpless on your back.”
Grabbing her by the arm, he whispered. “You’re a woman after my own heart.”
Ignoring his gentle flirting, she made him eased him back again. “I’ll be back when things calm down. In an hour or so, it’ll be ghost town out there. I think you might get moved to another hospital in the morning. They won’t want to discharge you in your

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