“Yeah. I’m good, sir. Let’s go.”
They wheeled Crybaby out of the room and said farewell to the nurses. One of them commented on their speedy arrival, and Mickey assured her it was because they were very dedicated.
The charge nurse smirked, but she said nothing.
Mickey gave her a little salute and off they went.
All of this was going so smoothly, and Mickey’s heart was pounding as they headed back outside. They had to wheel Crybaby down a long ramp to get to the van, and Roger jogged ahead to open the door.
Mickey pushed the stretcher up to the back of the van, but something was wrong. The wheels weren’t folding down. “The fuck.”
“What?”
“How the fuck does it go back in?” Mickey tried pushing again, but nothing happened.
“Here, sir.” Roger reached down, his hand ghosting over Mickey’s groin as he reached for the handle underneath the stretcher. “I think you gotta grab this.”
Mickey’s cock twitched with immediate interest, but he stayed on task. “Go on. Pull it.”
Roger did, and the stretcher’s wheels finally folded so Mickey could load Crybaby inside the van.
“You good?” Mickey asked, trying to gauge Roger’s mental state.
It appeared to be somewhere between horny and worried.
“I’m good, sir.” Roger smiled. “I’m gonna ride in the back with her.”
“Whatever you need to do.”
Roger climbed into the van and squatted down beside the stretcher, and Mickey shut the door. He got behind the wheel, glancing back at Roger and Crybaby.
Roger had pulled the cover off Crybaby’s face and was smoothing a hand over her hair. Her eyes were closed, and she looked rather peaceful.
“She okay?”
“She’s still breathing,” Roger replied hesitantly. “I mean, that’s good, right?”
“Yeah. I’m sure she’s gonna be fine.” Mickey began to drive to the new safe house. Cold had given him the address before they’d left, and Mickey knew exactly where to go.
It was an old house near the edge of town, a dilapidated Victorian wedged between a parking garage and an equally run-down apartment building. He pulled the van around back, parking near the rear patio doors.
Jules was waiting for them outside, and he came over to open the van. “Hey.”
“Hey.” Roger waved from where he was still perched next to Crybaby inside. “You guys ready?”
“Yeah. We got all the shit set up, and Doc’s waitin’ inside.”
Mickey hopped out and came around to help unload Crybaby. “Now be careful. When we did this before, the damn thing—”
Jules pulled the stretcher out, and it promptly collapsed like before, the end with Crybaby’s head dropping down on the ground.
Crybaby groaned loudly.
“Shit!” Mickey quickly grabbed the fallen stretcher, trying to lift it up.
“Fuck!” Jules scrambled to help him. “What the fuck did I do?”
“You’ve gotta make sure the wheels lock or some shit!” Mickey grunted as he struggled. “Fuck, she’s fuckin’ heavy!”
