On The Run

Chapter Eight

I wake up, wincing in pain. Why does my head hurt? I look around and realize that I fell out of bed and hit my head on the coffee table next to me. Oh well, at this point I am used to it. I stumble around a bit trying to head to the bathroom to look at the damage.

When I turn on the lights I feel so much worse, and I can't open my eyes. Finally, I squint and see the blood and the huge gash on my forehead. This is much worse than I thought it was. I start to freak out a little as I realize I have no idea how to deal with a gash this size.

I open the door and Ty's right there.
"What the hell did you do?" I could barely register the words he was saying and I feel faint. I start falling. The last thing I remember is him yelling my name and catching me.

..........

I wake up in the car, where are we going? I wince as I feel the pain in my head.
"Wher-" but he cuts off my groggy words.
"Hospital, you've lost too much blood. Your not on the news right now, so this is the best I can do." He says quickly, he seems worried.
"How the hell did you manage that, Iz?" He sounds exasperated, but not directly at me.
"I fell off th'ed"
I try again
"Off the bed on coffe 'able" why can't I talk? I sound drunk. Crap, maybe I did lose a lot of blood.
"Shhh, it's okay we will be there soon. Remember, your name is Lucy, your my sister, we are visiting family."

At that, I drift off again.

........

Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep.
That noise is so annoying, I open my eyes. Man, I feel so much better. I touch my forehead and feel a bunch of stitches.

I look around, there's Ty sitting next to me, he looks worried.
"Your finally up!" He seems relieved.
"There's so many cops here, I'm scared they are going to notice you." He says.

I feel bad that I made such a mess of things. But I'm feeling so much better, I can't even feel any pain in my stomach.
"I'm sorry I'm so clumsy." I said honestly.
"It's ok, I'm just glad your alright. I was scared you had lost a lot of blood." He explains.
"How do you feel?" He looks down at me.
"Better, really, we can go." I answer.
All of a sudden, there is shouting in the hallway. I wonder what is going on, until I hear what they're saying. 

"She matched the picture in the news! She's in room 3!" Someone yells.

Ty puts a hospital mask on his face which was laying on the table next to my bed. He pulls out a gun and puts it against my head. but I'm not afraid, I know what he's doing. The police barges in and I see that there are three of them. I instantly begin fearing the worst, but not for me, for Ty. If he gets caught there is no way he can get to his sister.

"Put your guns down now!" Ty demands. At once, all three cops drop their weapons. Ty gently, but quickly pulls out my IV and puts his arm around me. He's basically carrying me.
"Don't follow me, or she dies!" He keeps walking out the door. We can hear the cops protesting, trying to convince him to let me go, but he continues to walk faster. I know if he weren't holding me, I wouldn't be able to keep up.

Eventually, he picks up to a run, and he heads for the woods, ditching the car. He sets me down, and we run. My head starts to pound and I don't think I can take much more.

"Ty!" I manage as I sink to the ground.
"I can't, it hurts." I say through pants.
"Oh no you don't." He says, and he picks me up and starts running again. Am I slowing him down? I feel horrible,  he might get caught because of me.

I will myself to stop thinking so negatively, as I know it won't help in this situation. He's quick and strong, and he told them not to follow. However, we have to be hours away from our trailer, and I cant help but to have a feeling that we are never going to make it.
"What now?" I ask defeated.
"We head toward water so they can't track our sent, walk a ways, and make camp." He explains calmly.

For some reason this idea makes me feel better. There is still hope. I giggle at the irony of the situation. I'm running away with a kidnapper... Willingly. I'm rooting for my kidnapper... What's wrong with me?
"What's so funny?" He asks.
"I'm on the run with a kidnapper. I'm willingly running away with you, Ty." I say.

"Well right now I don't agree that your doing much running Iz." He chuckles. And I lightly elbow him.
"I will be able to run in a few minutes. But not for long... Just long enough to give you a break." I encourage.
"Ok. Just tell me when." He huffs. After a while I let him know and he sets me down. We walk for five minutes so he can catch his breath. Then we are back at it, running, fast.

We reach water in another ten minutes and we start walking along the river. Hopefully this works. We walk for what feels like hours because I can't run right now. After a while, he picks me up and he runs again. The cycle keeps going for a while.

All of a sudden I hear a helicopter.
"Get down!" I order, and he drops, we cover ourselves in leaves and dirt, hoping that we weren't to late and they didn't see us. After about ten minutes we hear it slowly disappear.

"This should be good enough." He says, but just as we stand up, getting the dirt off of our clothes, it starts to rain.
Although I know it's a good thing that our tracks will get washed, I'm still mad that I'm soaked.

We are bunkered down under a tree to give us a little shelter, but I'm still freezing. It's never been this cold in Arizona. Wait... Are we even in Arizona?

Eventually, Ty comes closer, and we cuddle to keep warm.
Although It's horrible, and we are in the worst position right now, the warmth welcomes me into the familiar wave of fatigue.
And at that, I drift off to sleep.