The Haunted Traveler Vol. 1 Issue 1

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Brad was standing over Grady. He shrugged and Heather
let the leg down so both ankles were resting on the stack of
towels again. Then she unfolded Carlotta’s Vatican beach
towel and covered Grady’s body with it. He watched the
Pope’s waving hand settle over his groin as she pulled the
towel up to his chin.
Brad radioed. “We’ve done what we can to stabilize the
patient. He’s paralyzed and nonresponsive, but the bleeding
seems to be stopped and he’s not complaining of pain. We’re
ready to transport. Over.”
Heather stood up and stretched. She put her hands on her
hips, arched her back and pushed her chest forward. Grady
felt a stirring.
Brad heard something unexpected through his earpiece
and said, “Repeat?” He listened, frowned and nodded.
“Okay. We’ll wait. Over.”
Heather looked at him.
“They don’t want us to transport?”
“Nope. We’re supposed to wait for the police. They don’t
like it when we move shooting victims before they get here.”
“But he’s in bad shape.”
Brad shrugged. “They told us to wait. What can I say?”
He leaned down and poked at Grady’s head. “Good job of
stuffing and wrapping, Heather. No one would ever know
this was half gauze.” He straightened up and looked around
at the bathroom. “Man. These guys sure make a mess when
they do this.”
“What’s that?” Heather asked, pointing. “A tooth?”
“I think so.” Brad stepped out of Grady’s field of view.
“Yeah, it’s a molar. And another one’s stuck in this thing.
What is this? A dildo?”
Brad moved back into view and he and Heather both
looked down at Grady. Heather took a piece of chewing gum
from a pocket, unwrapped it and popped it into her mouth.
“I wonder if he can understand us?” she asked, chewing.
Brad shook his head. “I doubt it. I think he blew too much
of his brain away.”