We pulled up at the hospital, and it was a whirlwind after that. I got a few stitches, poked, x-rays, and ice packs with painkillers. After that, nothing made sense till dawn when I woke in bed. Hurting like crazy, I tied my gown in the back, put my green hospital socks on, and went walking down the hall, checking the names on the doors as a nurse at the front desk came to me and told me. “You need to get back to your bed, son.”
I say. “I mean no disrespect, but not till I see my mother; she was brought in last night by life-flight.”
The nurse pulled out a wheelchair and says. “Fine, then sit here and stay there.”
She rolled me to the front desk and looked at that funny bracelet with my name on it as she checked on the computer and says. “She is listed in intensive care. I have someone take you there, but you must be good.”
I was taken upstairs to the intensive care unit. A few eyebrows were raised, but the nurse’s aide says. “This is her son.”
Pointing to my Mom’s bed as she wheels me near, I get up to go to her, and my ear gets flicked hard, the nurse’s aid says. “Sit down; you said you be good.”
I stayed seated, grabbing my Mom’s hand and holding it to my cheek. I winced as my face must have been bruised to hurt that bad, but I did not move her hand.
I sat that way for a few hours as doctors came and checked me out, and the doctor says. “I get checked out as soon as your paperwork is done, but your Mom is going to be a day or so, but she is OK; she’s strong.”
I hear from behind me. “Dan, the suits want to talk to you. We went to your room, and I knew you would be here.”
Mom opened her eyes, and I felt her squeeze my hand. I got up and kissed my Mom softly on the only spot without a bruise.
I say. “Love you, Brenda; we’ll be sore as hell. They are checking me out. I call Doug, the night guy, to cover for us, but the suits want to talk to me later.”
Susan says. “It’s a crime scene and will be for days, but I called Doug for you; the night guy and one of his friends moved the phone and laptop, so they checked out the guest and have bookings for a dozen more, but your office and kitchen is going to be a while getting cleaned up.”
The suits talked to me for an hour and says. “Without the footage, it looks bad. They received a call from the mayor’s office wanting them to charge Mom and me for his murder.”
I asked for my laptop and told them. “I used the cloud storage. It’s not only the hard drive.”
The officer drove me to the Motel, and I went and changed clothes checking with Doug and say. “That we were alright, and I was calling the insurance company. I had to go talk to the police.”
I picked up my laptop and went downtown with the officer. I logged on, went to the cloud, found the footage, and watched for nine minutes. Then, I tossed my cookies up. What little was there.
I was not Jackie or Chuck the ranger but I did not stop fighting back. It showed Susan and her partner taking fire from Dudley Do-Right after he cleared his jam. The ending was not pretty to watch. He took four rounds to his vest and lifted his gun to fire again. Finally, he was hit with a taser, and the vest stopped it, and both officers fired two rounds each to his head. I watched as Susan checked my Mom first, called for an ambulance, then life-flight and checked me, thinking I was dead, and she looked satisfied when she felt a pulse.
I returned to the Motel, and two people were there instead of Doug in room #1. Doug was absent, but I noticed they worked at two different hotels, and one of them says. “We have two people working the front desk daily till you get back on your feet, and you are family. We help our own we not forgetting your help during the last storm. You and your Mom treated our family right.”
I ordered a couple of Pizzas, and hurting as I was, I ate, saving half for Doug, and when he got there, I called a taxi and left to go see Mom. I walked to the desk and checked if they had moved my Mom to a room, and they had. So I found her and went and kissed my Mom again softly and on the spot without a bruise.
Susan laughed, watching me kiss my Mom. Then she says to my Mom. “We watched the CCTV of the fight, and mommy bear got her licks in, but watching your son fight for you, we cheered when Dan hit him and kept hitting him as your son took a hell of a beating. I have never seen two people fight so hard to save the other. Dan, thank you for putting in the extra cameras. It saved my bacon. I’m cleared for desk duty.”
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