Tuesday, June 27, 2017
Give Me Love ~ Part 10
He smiled and let out a chuckle himself, “All right Mrs. Charlie, we’re going to get you onto the gurney and take you to the hospital.” He looked down at the arrow, Amorette still clung in her hand. “But you’re going to have to leave that prop here, we don’t allow anything sharp in the rig.”
He reached for it and Amorette instinctively jerked it away, causing the tip of arrow to slice Charlie’s palm. Charlie flung his hand back and looked at it as if expecting to see a cut or blood, upon finding no wounds, he looked at Amorette.
Her head began to swirl again as Charlie stared at her. For just a moment they were the only two people in the room and Amorette had to fight the urge to reach up and kiss him.
“Charlie, let’s go,” said Greg. “We’re already going to have a mountain of paperwork and I don’t want her puking in the rig. Let’s get her to the hospital before she starts coming down.”
The homeless man stepped over. “Ma’am, I’ll keep your arrow for you. I promise I won’t let anything happen to it. You can come back and get it any time.”
Amorette, head still spinning, felt the sincerity in his voice and somehow knew he spoke the truth. She carefully handed the arrow to the homeless man.
Charlie stood and gently helped Amorette to her feet as Greg pushed the gurney closer to them. The gurney had been folded up halfway, resembling a chair more than a bed. Amorette sat down and Charlie carefully buckled her onto the gurney, as he finished the strap across her lap he gently took her hand and rubbed his thumb over hers. “You’re going to be okay. I promise.”
Charlie paced around the fire house. It had been a couple of days, but he couldn’t seem to get the girl from the warehouse out of his mind. He had always been good at separating his feelings from the countless calls he went on as an EMT, but this time seemed different. Every time he thought about her his heart raced with the knowledge that he needed to see her again.
As he walked through the kitchen, Greg hollered at him from the large stove, “Breakfast is almost ready, you know how it is around all these fire fighters, don’t go too far or you won’t get any bacon.”
“Save me a couple of pieces, will ya? I need to make a phone call,” answered Charlie.
With a nod from Greg, Charlie walked around the corner and into the bunk room. He was relieved to see it was empty. He dialed the nurse’s station at the hospital and smiled when a nurse he knew answered.
“Good morning, Claressa, it’s Charlie Spencer. How are you today?” greeted Charlie.
“I’m doing great, Charlie, how are you?” she answered.
“I’m good, but I’m hoping you can help me out.”
“I’ll try, what do you need?”
“We brought in a couple of nights ago, no name, but blonde curly hair. She was high on something. Do you know who I’m talking about?”
“Oh, yes, Amorette, lovely girl,” said Claressa. “She did great and was released this morning. She’ll be fine. Nice of you to worry about her. We all get so jaded in our line of work, nice to know someone cares.”
“I can’t believe she’s been released already,” said Charlie, feeling his heart sink. Now he had no way to find her, Claressa might bend the rules for him a bit, but there was no way she was going to give him Amorette’s home address. He thought about the crazy way Amorette had acted and needed a reason to get his mind off of her. “Claressa, I know you’ve got all kinds of privacy laws to abide by and I’d usually never ask you to break the rules for me….” He paused.
“But,” encouraged Claressa.