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Taken by Two(31)



Dan came in and sat across from me right before the van began to move. He pulled water from a compartment in the wall and offered me a bottle, but I shook my head. I was parched beyond belief, but didn’t want to let go of Rex’s wound. Dan stood up and walked over next to where Rex was lying across the bench seat in the rear of the van. He reached up and flicked an overhead light on before examining Rex’s shoulder injury. “This one has stopped bleeding, it’s not going to be worrisome. But, honey, that abdominal shot was…” I grimaced, “I don’t care, he’s not dying!” Dan nodded and shot me a look of pity. “I’m Penny,” I added. “Are there medical supplies here? Should I rewrap the wound?”

He took a deep breath and let it out. “No, I wouldn’t. We’re not far from the hospital. I think you have the blood completely stopped—keep doing what you’re doing, Penny.” I looked down at my hand—he was right, the blood flow had stopped. “I’ve known Rex for a very long time,” Dan said as he sat back down on the seat across from me. “We…I haven’t known him long but—he’s everything to me. He can’t die—I love him too much,” I said, fighting the tears that threatened to fall. “He’s a good man—I’m honored to have worked with him. I can’t believe Evelyn shot him,” he exhaled as he looked down at the floor. “Penny, listen, I’m going to tell you something important—Rex would want me to. Don’t say anything about what happened tonight—not a word. I doubt they’ll question you—the local authorities—but if they do, you don’t remember anything after you were taken.” I nodded, the legal implications of the fact that I’d shot someone slowly dawning on me.

The van slowed to a stop, and two of our rescuers slid the heavy door open. A gurney was raised into the van, followed by several Spanish speakers in medical uniforms. They spoke to me, but I didn’t move my hand as they lifted Rex onto the gurney. “Penny, you have to let go—they’ve got him now,” Dan’s soothing voice said in my ear. His hand was on top of mine, gently urging me to release Rex. I let him pull my hand off, and was relieved that blood didn’t flow from the wound. “Can I stay with him?” I begged the medics taking Rex into the hospital as I jogged next to them. “No, we’re taking him into surgery. Please wait in the family waiting room,” answered a nurse in perfect English. “Thank you,” I muttered as they wheeled him into a swinging door, Dan pulling me by the arm to keep me from trying to follow. I was terrified I’d never see Rex alive again as I crumpled against Dan.

We sat waiting for what seemed like forever until one of the body armored men poked his head in the waiting room. “I’m sorry, Major Bowen, we need to get you back…” He glanced over at me apologetically. Dan gathered his few things and stood up from the plastic chair. “I’m sorry, Penny, they don’t want me hanging around a public place for long. I have to go.” He grasped my hand one more time and said, “I’ll be praying for Rex, and for you. I’m sure we’ll meet again some day.” As quickly as they’d come, the Americans were gone. I was left alone in the stark waiting room with fluorescent flickering lights and a vending machine that I had no money to use.

Two hours later, the English speaking nurse came in and pulled her mask down. “Is he okay?” I stood up nervously, waiting for her reply. “He’s alive,” she began, “and seems to be doing fairly well in surgery. The bullet is close to his spine, so the surgeons are being very careful.” I exhaled in relief. “Oh thank God,” I said. “How much longer?” She glanced back toward the door she’d come in from. “I can’t say, Miss. I need to get some information from you. The people who brought you two to the hospital seem to have disappeared. Are you his next of kin?” She pulled a small pad of paper from her pocket, and unlatched a pen from a chain around her neck. “I-I… No, I’m his girlfriend. I live with him, and our...friend Nate is here, too. He was brought in with a broken arm earlier I think.” She nodded and jotted a few things down before asking, “Your name?” I paused—I wasn’t sure if I was still in danger, or how to answer, so I settled on the truth. “Penelope Sedgewick.” She wrote the information down and looked up from her pad. “I’ll check on your friend. Nate?”

“Yes, Nathaniel Slater. They said he broke his arm.”

“Oh, well, they probably wouldn’t have kept him for a broken bone. I’ll see what I can find out.” She turned and left as I slumped into the hard plastic chair. It’d been forever since I’d eaten or had anything to drink, and the injuries from my capture were throbbing. I stood and the room spun for a few moments before I felt well enough to explore the main hospital in search of a water fountain. However, as I walked toward the door, a doctor in scrubs entered the waiting room. “How is Rex?” I blurted out. He shot me a confused glance, and raised his hands in a questioning gesture. He doesn’t speak English, great, I thought. The man gestured for me to sit, so I sat back down in the plastic chair.

“I don’t know who Rex is…the man you’re here with has identification that he’s Roger Renton?” I nodded excitedly, “Yeah, Roger. How is he?” The doctor pulled a plastic chair in front of me and sat down. “Miss, he’s very strong and pulled through surgery better than expected. However, the bullet that I removed from his torso was quite close to his spine. He will live, but he may not walk again. We won’t know until he comes to and begins to heal. I’m sorry.” My heart pounded and I was sure I was going to be sick. I remembered Rex telling Dan that he couldn’t feel his legs… At least he’s alive, I reassured myself. “Can I see him?” The doctor stood. “Yes, you can sit with him. He probably won’t be awake for several more hours, though.”

It took another half an hour for them to lead me in to a regular hospital room where Rex was lying in a bed hooked up to machines and devices. Even in a pale blue hospital gown, his skin ashen and a beeping machine monitoring his vitals, I could feel the strength emanating from Rex. I sat down in a comfortable chair next to his bed and reached for his hand. “I love you—keep fighting,” I whispered in his ear.

I dozed off in the chair, never letting go of his hand. “Miss Sedgewick?” I was awakened by a dark haired man with a local accent walking into the room. He wore a light blue suit—ill fitting and cheap looking. He was clearly not cartel—I’d been around long enough to realize they dressed to the nines. “Yes?” I answered. “I’m Second Sergeant Marco Reyes with the Colombian National Police. I just have a few speedy questions about the occurrence last night?” I stared at him—his English was choppy, the words not quite smooth as if he had to give a lot of thought to what he was saying. “Do I need to have an attorney present?” I asked. “Americans,” he said under his breath. “You must tell me what you recollect about what you perceived with your vision last night?” Perceived with my vision? This guy clearly learned English from some book. “Well, I was taken from my boyfriend’s house with some sort of zap and a blow to the head. After that, I don’t remember anything.” The man nodded, as if he expected that to be my answer. “It is the same thing your friend spoke to me.” As the police officer said the word friend Rex squeezed my hand. I instinctively looked over at him—he was still unconscious.

“Friend? Nate’s here?” The man nodded and looked up from his notes. “It is true. I spoke to Nathaniel Slater before arriving to this room.”

“In the hospital?” The man stared at me as if I were being obtuse.

“Affirmative, Miss. The man you speak of is in a room in the T section.”

“What is the T section?”

“Head trauma,” he answered slowly. He stood to leave, reaching into his pocket and producing a business card. “If you should happen to remember, you may call me if you feel. Otherwise, I bid you good day.” In a flash, the man was gone.

“Mother fuck, I hope I handled that right…” I said aloud.

“You shouldn’t swear in a fucking hospital, baby, certainly not around your comatose boyfriend.” Oh my God, he’s awake!

“Rex!” His eyelids fluttered open. “You handled that fine. That douchebag doesn’t give a shit what happened—he wants to clear it off his busy schedule. If the local police really wanted to be involved in that mess, they wouldn’t have sent a low-ranking, barely English speaking beat detective over to ask questions.” He looked around the room before asking with a smirk, “I’m your boyfriend?”

“What did you want me to call you?”

“I can think of a lot of titles I’d like to be to you, Princess. Boyfriend just sounded high-school, that’s all.”

I exhaled, relieved he was awake and speaking to me. “How do you feel?” I asked, my fingertips flitting over his cheek. “I’ve been better,” he chuckled. “What was that shit about Nate? Head trauma?”