Keith sat up in a flash. “Me?”
“Yes you,” the receptionist told him. “He’s coming around.”
Keith surged to his feet and hurriedly asked, “Can I see him?”
“Not yet sir but very soon I’m sure. I’m sorry.”
Keith slumped a bit with defeat, “Don’t worry about it. I will just be over there.” Pointing a shaky hand to where he had been sitting.
The receptionist nodded and smiled to him, “Lieutenant he’s going to be ok. His vitals are strong and his surgery is being performed by the best surgeon here.”
Keith didn’t care how good the doctor was and how John’s vitals were all he could see was the blood gushing out of John. God the blood! “Thank you.” He went back to the waiting room and slumped back in the chair. He thought about their kiss, and the darkness that he couldn’t understand. Keith imagined that Brody had something to do with it. That’s when he felt the prick. It was just a small prick in his back. Realizing the prick Keith got to his feet and felt his brain beginning to fog. He looked at his chair and saw the syringe. Oh shit! Reaching for it he felt the slow paralysis and went down, his head hitting the floor.
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