“Wayne County Memorial does not accept paranormal patients, Harlow. You’ll be turned away at the door.”
“They will fucking treat him. I dare them to say no when there’s the risk of a bullet to the face.”
Tony was silent and he heard more typing. “Go to Banesberry Regional Hospital. It’s the closest hospital to you that takes paranormals. The one you are headed to now is in the opposite direction. If you keep heading that way, you’ll just be adding an extra thirty minutes onto your trip.”
Harlow remained silent as he continued to drive, eyeing the road with irritation as more snow began to fall.
“Harlow,” Tony called out to him. When he didn’t respond, Tony started cursing and bellowed, “Harlow, for fuck’s sake, stop being stubborn! They will not treat him there!”
“FUCK!” Harlow roared. Slamming on the brakes, he pulled off to the side of the road and put his Jeep into park. “Fucking fucked up world we live in! Why the hell did they even bother to give them fucking rights if you are going to block them using basic fucking shit?” He continued to curse as he typed in the other hospital and reset his GPS. “Oh, for the love of… It’s over an hour away, Tony!”
“It’s the closest one, Harlow.”
Harlow let out a scream of anger, before jamming his Jeep into drive and illegally turning the car around, speeding down the road he’d just come down.
“This is so fucked,” Harlow growled.
Tony sighed. “It sucks, but this is the world we currently live in. It’s changing…but slowly.”
Harlow glanced over at Foxx, eyes widening at seeing his eyelids were closed and his lips were still, no longer sucking on the straw.
“Foxx, wake the fuck up!” he snapped. Foxx didn’t react. “Foxx!” he yelled louder.
“What’s going on?”
“He passed out! Tony, call the fucking hospital and let them know we are coming. They WILL be taking him in right away.”
“What are his injuries?”
“He probably has a few broken bones, but honestly, they don’t really matter compared to the giant fucking hole in his chest.”
“Shit… Well…” Tony hesitated. “He should be fine. Vampires can usually handle a wound like that for some time.”
“Yeah, that’s good and all, Tony, but it’s been hours already. I passed out after the bomb went off. It was still dark…” Harlow sighed, glancing at the clock that showed it was now nearing 7:30am. “It’s been like six hours.”
“Well, fuck. I’ll call the local police and state patrol in the areas you’ll be passing, so they stay out of your way. You’ll…you’ll get there, Harlow. He’ll be fine.”
“He…” Harlow swallowed, hesitating. “He shoved me out of the way at the last minute. There was this weird ass spike trap in the floor. If he hadn’t…I’d be dead. If he hadn’t…”
Harlow didn’t feel much about the fact that he had almost died. Frankly, he’d almost died too many times to count. Yet…he did feel something about what happened. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he felt off.
When Tony remained silent, Harlow cursed. “Fuck, just go call those assholes.” Grabbing his phone, he hung up and slipped it back into his coat pocket.
Staring out at the road, he grimaced as the snow started to fall faster.
Harlow glared at the flashing lights in his rearview mirror, the officer waving in his car for him to pull over.
“Useless motherfucker. I’m not stopping, so you can keep at it for all I care,” Harlow growled to himself. He glanced at Foxx and bellowed, “Foxx, wake the fuck up!”
The vampire jerked awake, eyes wide. Foxx frowned around the bag Harlow had shoved in his mouth. It was completely empty, as he had put it there about ten minutes ago.
It was also the last bag… Harlow had used up all the others. He’d slapped them onto the vampire’s fangs as the man had fallen in and out of consciousness the whole drive. There was now a sizable puddle on his front passenger side. While the sunsuit had held back the blood for a while, it eventually started to seep out of his boots. At one point, Harlow had just pulled over and taken them off, letting it flow freely. There had already been blood pooling, so there was no point attempting to stop it.
With a shaky hand, Foxx pulled the bag off his fangs. Despite how much blood the vampire had taken in, he looked sickly and pale, his sock covered feet a bloody, dripping nightmare.
“We’re almost there, Foxx,” Harlow told him.
Foxx grunted in response, before his frown deepened and he asked, “Is…is that a siren?”
