Waiting by Erin Dennington ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 15 Davis hit his head on the ceiling of the van and cursed. Rubbing his forehead, he bent over and examined the item that he'd stumbled over. It appeared to be a blanket, but it was covering something. Whatever it was, it was soft to the touch and smelled faintly of copper. Unsure whether he should uncover something that had obviously been hidden, he backed away and searched the rest of the van, hoping that whatever was there would unearth another blanket. Forced to admit failure, he returned to the blanket, standing over it and mentally telling himself that there was nothing to fear from a blanket. Although his mind told him that everything was ok, he couldn't force his breathing to slow down, nor could he bring himself to reach down and touch the blanket again. Not only was there something in the blanket he was sure that he didn't want to touch, he had a sensation that, whatever was there, he really didn't want to see it. Sighing, he glanced out the smudged window towards where the woman was seated and wondered who she was. Disgusted with himself for delaying what he should be doing, he blindly threw his hand down, snatched the blanket, and bolted from the van. Behind him he heard a faint buzzing sound. He slammed the van door, jumped to the ground, and rushed over to the woman. He draped the blanket over her shoulders and tucked in the corners. "Thanks," she whispered in a hoarse voice. 22:30 - 11.05.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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