Morning all. I hope you are having a fabulous Thursday morning. I woke up with the theme song to Bewitched playing in my head and can’t figure out how it got there. Which will bug me. Until I figure it out, lets jump into the writing prompt. Timers set and off we go.
I fumbled a bit with this one and to be fair I am still not entirely certain where it is going. I like the idea of someone being tricked into the scenario with strangers, I just don’t know what the deal is yet. Like the theme song it will circle around in my brain a bit.
Thursday, September 5th: They arrived at the hospital.
They arrived at the hospital. Getting Tony admitted was the easy part. Even though they fairly swaddled him in towels, blood was still seeping through. It was clear he needed help. They got him admitted and taken back. The hard part came when they had to explain what had happened. Jake had not been present when the accident occurred and was still uncertain how it happened. He came running at the screams and helped with the swaddling and putting pressure. He even drove, bt he had no idea what had actually caused Tony’s injuries.
He was surprised when the others pushed him forward to explain.
“I came running at the screams,” Jake explained. he looked to the others but they were backing away and looking as though they wanted to fade into the tanish walls. He noticed they were all mud spattered and wide eyed, but somehow he was the only one with Tony’s blood on him. He tried to recall if any of them helped him patch Tony up.
He explained what little he knew and gave Tony’s particulars, or what he knew of them to the nurse asking questions. Jake hadn’t known any of them long and in truth they were more his brother’s friends than his. Earlier that morning they showed up to see his brother and were waiting for him to return. Mike had to run into town to pick up something, or so he claimed. He had been cagey when explaining what he was picking up and asked Jake to tell the others to wait for him before he disappeared.
Jake sent them to the patio with lemonade and a couple of bags of chips while he got on with his set tasks. Mike still hadn’t returned when the screaming started. Jake ran a hand through his hair. He hadn’t even planned to be out on the arm today. Mike had been nagging him to pick up the last of his things from the barn. Jake hadn’t been aware he had anything in the barn. When their parents died they left the entire place to Mike and Jake cleared out what little of his remained.
Their relationship had never been good and before the eight calls telling him he needed to pick up his things, Jake hadn’t spoken to Mike since the funeral. Thinking he could quickly pick up whatever Mike claimed was his, Jake headed out early that morning. His plan involved an hour at the far m at most before he left again.
That hadn’t been how things worked out.
Mike wasn’t answering his phone, hadn’t been answering his phone since he took off for his quick pick up. Now the others weren’t mentioning any details about what happened.
“Look,” Jake said, exasperated. “I wasn’t there, I don’t really know Tony and have no idea what they were doing. I just helped out and drove everyone here.”
The nurse nodded and looked to the others. They still hung back. Deciding he was done, Jake informed the nurse it was Mike’s property, gave her his phone number and started for the hospital doors.
“You can’t just leave,” one of them said. Jake thought his name might be Chad or Thad, something with a d sound in it.
“Yes I can,” Jake said. “I’m not involved in this.”
“But it was your house,” another said. Amy, Jake thought or maybe Mary, possibly Cindy.
“Not my house,” he said. “Mike’s house and you are Mike’s friends.” He started for the door again when Chad/Thad grabbed his arm.
Ten til Midnight 