Blood Witch by Ellie Potts Page B

you’ll be okay
     when you wake up. How you feeling?”
    “Okay I guess,” she said sitting up.
    “He said your body might be reacting to the concussion.”
    “Can I leave?” she asked. Something seemed off. She also wanted a shower, and maybe
     a jog. A jog? She hated running unless she was being chased. She looked down at her
     hands for a second as her brain argued over it.
    “Leslie?” Patrick asked.
    She shook her head. “I’m okay.”
    “Sure? I can get the doctor,” Collin said.
    “I want to go home and have a shower.”
    “Mark wants to see us tonight,” Patrick said as he walked beside her down the hall.
    “'Bout what?” she asked, not really paying attention, instead more interested in how
     hungry she was. They walked out of the clinic and the sun hit her eyes, “oh holy fucking
     hell!”
    Collin handed her his sun glasses. “Damn, it sure is bright out here.”
    Even with the sunglasses the sun hurt her eyes, and they were pretty dark. “Can we
     stop and get something to eat.”
    “Sure,” Patrick said and his phone growled. “Yes, Nathan.”
    “Cute,” she said in a whisper. Collin chuckled.
    He handed her the phone. “Thought you’d like that, here.”
    She took it watching Patrick get into the SUV. She put the phone to her ear. “Hello.”
    “Leslie, are you okay?” his voice sent a shiver down her spine. She felt breathless
     for a moment.
    “I’m okay, how about you?”
    “I have a concussion. Go figure, King of the fucking Bears and I have a concussion.
     I actually had to see Zed earlier.”
    “I’m just leaving the clinic myself. I have a concussion too. Go figure right, big
     scary blood witch has a concussion.”
    “I just wanted to see how you were doing.” She had slipped into the back seat, fighting
     the urge to shiver.
    “Thanks Nathan, I’m okay. I would have stopped into your room yesterday but you had
     a crowd. And I know pack is pack.”
    “Yes. Hey I have to go I’ll talk to you later.”
    “Sure.”
    They said their byes she handed the cell back to Patrick, who looked through the rear
     view mirror at her. “He was just checking up on me.” She slumped into the back seat,
     and stared out the window, her mind racing with weird thoughts.
    They had stopped at a drive-thru, she ordered a large hamburger and fries, and went
     back to her thoughts. Now she thought of who had the nerve to knock her unconscious.
     She munched on her fries, and then hit the burger. She was ravenous. And before she
     even had time to enjoy it, it was gone, but they pulled into their driveway. She flung
     the door open, and walked into the house, an air of angry magic surrounding her.
    The shower water felt good on her skin. She cranked it up to hot, and let the water
     beat at her skin until it was red. But it still didn’t do anything. She was still
     angry, as she thought of the basement, the runes, Rich, Jonathan, and the stupid crime
     scenes.
    She got out, and dressed. She felt a little more herself. The lights didn’t bother
     her much, but she could hear pretty good and heard Collin and Patrick whispering about
     her. They were worried, and she smiled. They were friends; they were as close to pack
     as they could be.
    “I’m going out for a jog, anyone interested in going with me?”
    They stared at her. “You don’t run for fun,” Patrick said.
    “I know, but I feel I need to do this.”
    “I’m waiting for a call,” he said.
    “I’m going to call Fresno. Dan called last night, and he left a message he found some
     more facts they forgot to add in the file.”
    “Okay I’ll be back in a while.”
    As she jogged, her mind hated it. But she had some pent up energy, and it needed an
     outlet. She should have felt bad with a concussion and everything, but at the moment
     she felt great. The spring air tasted crisper than normal. She could smell the wildflowers,
     mixed flowers, early roses, tulips and daisies that bloomed around the older houses.
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