NovelEnglish“No…don’t…no hospitals. Listen to me…for once…” His voice becweaker.
“Listen to me. Debbie repeated his words in her mind.
She was shocked. Ever since she tracked him down, he’d never acted like a brother to her.
As far back as she could recall, Decker had always been perpetually short of cash, never bothering with a job for long. He hung out on the streets every day. He was no more than a parasite, draining cash from any woman foolish enough to take up with him.
Anyway, she Listened this time. With great difficulty, she helped him get to a bedroom. He was heavier than he Looked. She made him sit on the couch, and told him, “I’ve been gone for a few months. Wait here.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI’ll make the bed.”
With that, she hurried to her own bedroom to grab a clean quilt. When she opened her bedroom door, she was surprised to find a quilt neatly laid on her bed.
She specifically remembered putting the bed set away before going on tour. That was strange.
But she had no tto think too much. She quickly pulled out a clean quilt from the closet, carried it to the room next door and made the bed.
Decker was already on the verge of fainting. She helped him move to the bed so that he could lie down to get a rest. Ugh! This wasn’t easy on her back.
Beads of sweat formed on Debbie’s forehead. She put her hands on her waist, gasping for air. Looking down at her brother, she asked, “So spit it out. Why no doctors?”
With his eyes shut, Decker said, “I need…disinfectant, bandages, some
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QuikClot… Go buy them now.”
Realizing what he was trying to do, Debbie got mad. What an idiot! He wanted to deal with the wound himself instead of going to the hospital.
“So you want to stop the bleeding by yourself? Seriously? Are you a doctor? Dammit, Decker, I’m a singer not a doctor! I’ll call an ambulance.”
“Debbie…” Decker called out.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“I got this. Hurry! Please!”
Debbie’s mouth hung open in shock. ‘He’s serious. But how? I guess I don’t know him at all.*
Despite the incredibility, Debbie hurriedly ran out of her apartment, got into the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor.
However, it suddenly dawned on her that she didn’t know where the nearest pharmacy was.
Left with no choice, she took a deep breath and called Carlos. The call was connected, but all she could hear was him breathing. He didn’t even say “hello.”
Ignoring his attitude, Debbie asked anxiously, “Do you know where I can get… Um…where the nearest pharmacy is?”
“You hurt?” Carlos finally spoke.
“No…it’s not me. Just tell me, please.”
Carlos made a wild guess. She was fine when he saw her in the elevator a few minutes ago. Now she was asking about meds, so it wasn’t her.
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