Thursday, May 29, 2008

Second Chances ~ Part 39

Part 39

Ryan’s gut was screaming by the time he got to the hospital. He’d tried calling Zack, but it went straight to voice mail. He tried Maria’s cell. Same thing. Her room phone was registering busy.

A variety of horrible images went through Ryan’s mind. Something happened to the baby. Maybe Maria had to be rushed back into surgery. A fire at the hospital. An earthquake. Tornado. Hurricane. Okay, now he was getting silly.

Parking his car, Ryan let out a breath of relief. The hospital was still standing and looked just fine. But why wasn’t anyone picking up? His instincts screamed that something was really wrong.

Trying not to run, Ryan quickly entered the lobby and used the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator.

“Oh, Mr. Hayes.” The evening nurse nearly ran into him when he exited the stairwell. He caught the files falling from her hands before they hit the floor. “Thank you.” She paused and looked confused.

“Is there a problem?”

“Your clothes.” She nibbled her bottom lip as if something worried her.

He glanced down at his jeans and t-shirt. He’d taken them from floor, but he was sure they weren’t that dirty. “What about them?” He resisted the urge to smell them.

“I…well…You were wearing different clothes earlier when…”

Ryan’s stomach fell. He’d been home sleeping all day. There was only one man anyone would mistake him for.

“Fuck. Call security.” Ryan tore down the hall to Maria’s room. He stopped just before the door. Pulling out his gun, he stood with his back to the wall next to the closed door. Damn it. He should have known his brother would try something like this. He should have kept security at her door at all times. Or at least, tailing Rob.

Several nurses and patients gasped at the sight of his gun pulled. He waved them away. “Get back.”

Once he was sure that no one was in harm’s way, he slowly pressed on the door handle. It turned, but when he pushed, it didn’t budge. Something was blocking it’s movement inward. So Ryan side-stepped back and pulled his cell phone from his pocket.

“Charlie. We’ve got a situation. Get your ass to the hospital.” He hung up the phone.
Just then, three security guards came running down the hall. They slid to a stop and pulled their own weapons when they saw Ryan with his.

“I’m a county deputy.” He held up his gun and shifted so they could see the badge clipped to his belt. The older of the three men came forward. The other two hung back, weapons still in their hands but lowered.

“What’s going on?”

“The door is blocked. I believe that my brother has one, maybe two hostages in there.”

Zack looked at his and Maria’s trashed phones that were thrown on the floor, along with the hospital phone. No help that way.

He’d tried to gain Rob’s trust back, acting as if he wanted to get back together. It would have worked too if his phone hadn’t rang. That’s when Rob saw that it was Ryan calling. That had sent him on a tangent, destroying all the phones in the room.

Maria was still trapped in the bed with her injuries. He heard her occasionally hiccup a sob. Rob paid her little attention now that he was positive she couldn’t get out of the bed and rescue them. Rob had even threatened her, placing the barrel of his gun to the underside of her chin, demanding that she be quiet.

Zack could do little as he was kneeling on the floor at Rob’s feet, his hands bound behind his back with the cord to the room phone. Rob’s gun was aimed at his head. Steeling himself against the terror rushing his veins, Zack looked up and boldly met Rob’s gaze.

“If you are going to kill me, just get it over with already.” Holy, fuck. Had he just really said that?

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