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Crazy
Location: right behind you...
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geesh its been forever since the last update. i got sidetracked by that thing called life and i went dry. my ideals just went off in a very, very interesting direction......... this is going to have to be molded into the above later, just try to keep up. hopefully you guys will like it.
Z drove through the night for several hours trying to find himself.
He longed to help people so badly, but he had to be very wary. Vigilantes are worse than actual bad guys in a police man’s eye.
“I just don’t know what to do now”, he thought somberly.
Driving always relaxed him. He reminisced often about the days when he would drive hours upon hours just because he could. Walking is the safest way to burn off anger, but driving was the most fun. Highways, little towns, side roads, dirt roads, off road… whatever, if his vehicle could go, he went.
He drove.
He was going down an old abandoned dirt trail when his pagers went of. His eyebrows rose high and he slowed down very quickly. If both ring it’s not only an emergency, it’s someone who knows me as Z and Cliff, he thought to himself.
Z had almost been a passionate man. He was full of strong emotions, both good and bad, and he was considered cold and harsh. People loved him to death, also. He was just disclplined. He was a great human, yet when the time came he could easily turn cold and violent if it proved necessary. He found the correct flow of conscioucness that allowed him to be neautrel, cool. He relaxed, stepped out of his truck and look at his pagers to see who placed the call.
Wil called.
Z quickly called Wil to find out what was going on.
“Z, first off, you cool?”
“Yes, Wil, tell me” Z demanded, sounding as cool as brimstone.
“Cheyenne is dead, dude.”
At first, Z didn’t understand what happened to Wil’s voice. Had Wil been
disconnected? The pain in his hand made him look down.
In his hands was the ruins of a cell phone. He crushed it before realizing how tense he was. Tears flew down his cheeks.
Cheyenne what? he wondered. How was this possible? She was in her own house, her own 24/7 nurses. How, how, how, how! He demanded in his thoughts.
Cheyenne has been taken care of for two years and liked the arrangements. She had four different nurses by contract who worked for her and Cliff, just in case one was sick, and everybody seemed happy. Even the nurses! Nurses were impossible to satisfy!
There was Karla, a single mother in her thirties. There was an Annie, a older lady who couldn’t tolerate retirement. There was Sarah, a lady in her mid forties who had a family she had to support because her husband was on disability and the children were late to become family members, so it’d be a few years before they could work.
And then there was Mike. Mike was a guy, he was! Cliff had tons of friends that were guys. . . but they didn’t take care of his sister. He didn’t trust any dude with his sister and no large amount of women. He even used his sources as Z to do background checks.
Well, he did do background checks on all of them. That wasn’t the point! Not at all! He didn’t trust. . guys. They liked girls. He knew! He was a guy himself!
His tears came in torrents.
He pulled in to his drive way and ran inside his home without even closing the door. He was in such a hurry he didn’t even think of stopping at a pay phone and thanked God later that he didn’t accidently kill anyone driving home, including himself.
A guy who sounded almost as exchausted as Z was answered the phone; his voice very shaky.
“What happened to my fucking sister!” Z demanded.
“Cliff? Thank God you called. Calm down, please. Please.”
“What happened!”
“For one thing she is very, very sick and-“
“I was informed she died.”
“Died? No. I mean she almost died, but she is alive. Please calm down, sir.”
“What is her condition?”
“Personally, I think she should be in ICU, but she pulled the right strings and knew the right people to discharge her and see her at home.”
“She’s that bad, Mike?” Cliff’s voice grew calmer. She wasn’t dead!
“Yes, she is. But she will pull through. Her other nurses and I are very fond and loyal to her, Cliff. I will do my best, yo-“
“You better! I know where you live!”
Cliff could almost hear Mike’s eyes roll out of irritation. “I know, Cliff. I invited you to dinner, remember?”
“Yes… I’m sorry.” Cliff spoke lightly.
Mike didn’t say a word. Cliff heard him take in a gasp at the word ‘sorry’.
“I looked it up once in the dictionary, Mike.” Cliff said with a chuckle. His sister was alive!
Mike actually gulped and faked a low laugh. “Yes, I bet you did. Look, we need you up here if possible. She needs you and honestly I’d feel safer if you were here.”
Mike’s voice plummeted. “Safer? Safer how?”
“Look, just get the hell up here, alright?”
Cliff made a low growling sound.
“Cliff, I’m your, and more importantly, her friend. Calm – the – fuck – down.”
Cliff actually apologized and he heard Mike gasp again.
“I know a few manners, Mike.”
“Of course you do, now listen. Come ASAP. We’re waiting. I am one minute later with her medications. Goodbye.”
The phone went dead, a reverse of Cliff’s coming back to life. Safer? He thought. What in the hell is going on?
Cliff got his shit together and made himself take notes.
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