Deadly Hunt (Deadly #1) Read Free

Taylor, communication expert; Oscar Lyle the computer expert and our Sergeant Ryder Marshall. They all bound into my room eager to see if all is well with me. I’m the weapons expert. Growing up with a cop in the house, dad taught us how to handle a weapon, I’ve always been fascinated with them so it was a natural gravitation to be a weapons expert.
    Skye comes straight over to my bed, “How are you feeling Soph?”
    “ Fine. ” Everyone speaks in unison and we all laugh. “I’m doing better; hopefully I can get up and move soon. How are you Sam?”
    “Fine Soph, nothing can stop me you know that, not even a bullet to my thigh.” Everyone laughs but things seem strained, it’s like they have something to tell me and are dreading saying it. I look over at Caleb and see something flash through his eyes I think it’s guilt. It’s understandable, I would feel guilt too, having watched what was happening to me.
    The Sarge just looks on surveying everything; his eyes darting around the room, like we’re about to come under attack at any moment. His eyes keep bouncing to Skye, I’m not sure if it’s because she’s the most sensitive out of us all, or the fact he wants in her pants. The guys stay for a while. After they leave I end up falling asleep again.
     
    The doctor has been in to see me, the catheter has been removed, thank fuck. He told me the extent of my injuries; I took one in my stomach, one in my leg, and one that ricocheted from my arm into my lung. It was that last bullet that had caused the most damage. It pierced my lung, not good, but their main concern was my back. They had to do a skin graft, it looks good so far, but they have to be cautious. I’m on so many drips, I’m like a fucking tap! I’m on a saline one, a morphine one and I have one called Innohep, yeah sounds weird. Apparently it’s too thin my blood so I don’t get a blood clot with me just lying in one spot for so long. The chance of a blood clot is high, hence the Innohep drip. I was on a feeding tube when I first came in but since I can feed myself they took it out. He also said I’m going to need physiotherapy. Damn that’s going to hurt.
    I’m about to go have a sponge bath, I can’t have a shower due to all my bandages. The nurses help me into a wheelchair, I push myself into the bathroom. Heaven, I see a chair in the shower. I wheel into the bathroom by the edge of the shower, I pull myself up using the bars, not putting any pressure on my legs, I manage to pull myself into the sitting position, and I’m so damn tired.
    I take a seat and decide to take stock of my injuries. My leg has a bandage around it but it’s not major. I was in an induced coma for eight days. I heard the doctor and my dad a few days ago talking about when they brought me out of the induced coma. I’m in so much pain right now. I’d hate to imagine what it would have felt like if I had been awake from the beginning. The worst pain right now is my lungs, the pain I feel every time I take a breath is unimaginable. I wash; somehow managing to feel a little more human again, it’s great what clean hair can do for you. I make it back to bed and fall straight back to sleep.
     

Chapter Two
Sophia
     
    I’m finally home after two weeks stuck in that damn hospital. The three weeks of physiotherapy that followed was painful but I can walk without too much of a noticeable limp. I had to scrub myself raw just to get the smell of antiseptic off me. I couldn’t do too hard of a workout while in physiotherapy due to my back.
    My back is still sore, I haven’t looked at it but dad took one look at it and cried. I know it must be bad since I was whipped for three days straight. It took doctors ages to take out the stitches, they also had to give me skin grafts, and they did a split level graft. They took healthy skin from my hip and they replaced two layers of skin from my back as some wounds were deeper than others.
    The doctors were worried about the skin