Remember Me(14)

Damon chuckled lightly. “It’s okay, I’m not offended. We only met briefly. But, I have to agree with the good doctor. I believe your car is in the parking lot at the Silver Bullet, unless, of course, you took a cab to the club.”

Exhaling loudly, Kenny reluctantly nodded. He knew without a doubt that he’d driven himself to the club. Kenny wasn’t much of a drinker so he never worried about drinking and driving. It didn’t seem as though he had many options. It didn’t matter how he got home, as long as he ended up there sooner rather than later.

“Okay. Good. Let me remove the IVs.” Stephen made fast work of the needles, freeing him, and put a Band-Aid on each arm. “I’ll get the discharge paperwork and we’ll get you on your way.”

“Thanks,” Kenny said.

“Take care of yourself.” The doctor patted his shoulder as if he were a small child. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you later.” Before Kenny could respond, the man turned on his heel, grabbed the clipboard, and marched out of the room.

When the good doctor was gone, Kenny threw off the white blanket. Turning sideways, he climbed out of the bed.

“Here,” Damon called out, and Kenny looked over. “Your belongings were put into this bag.” He held a large plastic bag containing Kenny’s shoes, keys, ID, and cash.

“Thanks.” Kenny took the bag from Damon’s hand and opened it. Kenny dropped his shoes to the ground and shoved his feet into them while removing the other things and shoving them deep into his pockets. “I’m ready to go.”

“I’ll lead the way.” Damon opened the hospital room door and Kenny slipped out into the hall.

Damon started down the hall and Kenny stayed close to the man’s heels. He wasn’t sure when or how he’d met Damon, but the man had walked inside his room as he woke up. Kenny still wasn’t sure what happened or who had drugged him, but Kenny would get answers. He had a plan, but first, Kenny needed to go home to shower and change. Then, he was planning on taking a cab to the Silver Bullet so that he could pick up his car and thank Michael Moriarty.

“This is it.” Damon looked over his shoulder, grinning.

He stopped in front of a beautiful blue car and Kenny could see the pride written all over the man’s face. The vehicle looked brand new.

“It’s beautiful.” Kenny wasn’t a car guy, but he could tell that Damon appreciated the compliment.

Damon opened the passenger side door and Kenny slipped inside, making himself comfortable. Grabbing the seat belt, he clicked it in place as Damon slammed the door shut. He was nervous getting into a car with a virtual stranger but decided to trust his instincts. Kenny was the type of man that played life safe. He followed all the rules and rarely did anything that would put him in a dangerous situation. So, what happened last night?

As Damon pulled out of the parking lot, Kenny glanced over at the man. He had so many questions and hoped that Damon had some answers.

“What happened last night? I know I was drugged, but how. Who drugged me?”

“Uh…” Damon glanced over at him and Kenny knew the man didn’t want to be the one to fill in the blank spots inside Kenny’s mind. “When I arrived at the club with my brother, Nicholas, you were lying limp in Michael’s arms.”

“I was unconscious?”

“No.” He shook his head and Kenny’s brows furrowed. “Your body was limp, but your eyes were open and you were conscious. You seemed completely cognizant with what was happening around you.”

“So the drug just paralyzed my body, but not my mind?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Where is Michael now? I mean…I’m sure he’s a busy man, but I’d like to thank him.”

“He wanted to stay,” Damon said with confidence. “The big man held your hand and sat by your side, but the nurse wanted him gone. When the hospital security showed up, he relented and left.”

“Why do you refer to him as ‘big man’?” Kenny had a vision of a man inside his mind.

“Michael’s a polar bear shifter from Alaska. He’s about six foot six, blond hair, and blue eyes. My brother and I met him when he arrived in New Orleans. We’d barely said two words and I knew that Michael was family. He’s just so calm and genuinely kind.” Damon smiled, shaking his head as if remembering something significant. “He’s just a really good person.”

Damon was able to paint Michael’s image inside Kenny’s mind. Michael. Are you the man from my dream? Am I remembering you?

Kenny gave Damon directions to his home. When they arrived, Damon pulled into his single parking spot.