Souls in Peril (38 page)

“Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?”
Nate
chuckled. “Oh yeah, I was about to kick your fat—”

The door flew open and out stepped Jeff, a baseball bat parked on his shoulder. His
prized
baseball bat. “You know, I
’
ve been thinking. I don
’
t like the odds for ol
’
JD. I do believe my trusty Big Berta here evens them out just a little.” He stepped toward Nate. “I suggest you and your friends leave. Now.”

Nate laughed. “You can
’
t get all three of us, and Lumpy here isn
’
t much help. Put the bat down and go back inside like a good little jock, and we
’
ll pretend you never came out here with your little
girl
hissy fit. Face it, dude, you
’
re still out manned.”

“I kind of thought you
’
d say that.” He waved his hand and two more guys stepped out the door. An older man, Max guessed to be in his forties, and a younger guy no more than sixteen. Each carried a bat.

“Why do you care?” Nate demanded.

“JD
’
s my friend,” Jeff said simply.

Nate stomped around to the passenger side of the car and reached inside. “Well,” he said pulling out a gun, “I guess I just messed up your odds again, bat boy.” He waved it in the air.

“Hey, I didn
’
t sign on for this,” said one of Nate
’
s goons.

“Me neither,” murmured the other.

“Oops
.
I forgot to tell you. I called the police when I went back inside for Berta.” Jeff lovingly caressed the bat. “Those sirens you hear are for you, Nate Stackman. I hoped I spelled your name right for the operator.”

“I
’
m out of here,” one of the goons shouted as they both ran off.

Nate tossed his gun recklessly in the car. “You
’
re a dead man, Lumpy.” He pointed at Max, then turned his gaze to Jeff. “As are you.” He glared at Jeff, who just smiled and waved. Nate shoved his car in reverse and drove it backwards out of the alley before speeding off.

Jeff dropped his bat and ran over to Max. “
A
re you alright?” Jeff wrapped his arm around Max
’
s waist and helped him up.

“I really thought you walked away when you went back inside.”

Jeff helped him over to a pile of wooden pallets, lowering him slowly onto them. “Sorry to scare you like that, but did you see the size of his friends?” he said, picking his bat
up from
the ground and brushing it off. “I knew the only chance we had at winning was with Big Berta here, and these two, of course.”

“Are you alright?” Jeff
’
s boss asked.

“Yes, thanks to you all.” Max winced as he touched his bloody upper lip.

“Simon,” Jeff said to his co-worker, “call the police, and have them send an ambulance. JD, I think you should go to the hospital to make sure nothing is broken.”

Max scooted to the edge of the pallets. His tailbone ached from one of Nate
’
s well-placed kicks. “I thought you said you called the cops already.”

“I lied.” Jeff
shrugged
. “I had to say something when he took out the gun.”

“Clever,” Max said.

Jeff
’
s boss came out and
handed Max a wet towel. “You might want to wipe the animal droppings off your clothes.”
Max nodded and took the towel, only it hurt too much to do any real cleaning.

“Kid, how did you get this crap all over you? Did that guy throw you in the bin?” Jeff
’
s boss asked, taking the towel
back
and gently wiping off the back of Max
’
s shirt.

“No. I discovered the dumpster once when Nate saw me walking home from school after I missed the bus.
Since then, w
henever he
comes
after me, I hid
e
inside, hoping he won
’
t think to look for me there. I guess I
’
ll need to find a new spot now.”

“If he ever comes after you again, you have my permission to enter my shop through that door.” He pointed to the door they
’
d all come out earlier. “No one should have to hide in a dumpster full of animal waste.”

“Thanks.”

“JD, I work out almost every day after school. If you miss the bus again, stop by the weight room. I
’
ll give you a ride home
,
”
Jeff said.

“What about your job?”

“This is my Uncle Larry. I only came by to help because he was shorthanded today.”

Max hoped JD
paid
attention to all of this help being offered. A police car came tearing down the alleyway, followed by an ambulance. While the medic, a buff “don
’
t mess with me” type woman, tended to Max, Jeff explained to the cops what had happened, leaving out the part about the bats. Max
glanced
around, but the bats were nowhere to be seen. The medic strapped Max to the gurney, despite his protests, and along with another medic loaded him in the back of the ambulance.

“I
’
ll meet you there,” Jeff promised. “And I
’
ll call your mother.”

“She works at the Rose Garden in town,” he said as the medic closed the doors.

At the hospital, a nurse directed the medics to the second room on the right in the Emergency
Room
. Max thought the word
room
a bit of a stretch. Cubical fit much better. Never in his life had Max been in an
ER
before. He didn
’
t like all the people coming in and out of his room. The prodding and poking unnerved him, as did the ugly green band someone slapped on his wrist. A way-too-eager x-ray tech stripped his shirt off to take some x-rays with an intimidating portable machine. The low whispers
about him by
the nurses right outside his door had
him
on edge
also
.

“What did you find? Anything I should be nervous about?” Max asked a male nurse with the name “Stella
’
tattooed on his forearm. He flipped through the chart before placing it in a holder on the door.

“I
’
m sorry. You
’
ll have to ask the doctor. He
’
ll be right in,” tattooed
Stella
promised. “You
’
re lucky. Dr. Colter is working tonight. He
’
s the best.”

No sooner did he leave than a tall, lanky doctor stepped into the cubical. “Hello, Max. My name is Dr. Colter.” He took a small blue pen light out of the breast pocket of his scrubs and shined it in Max
’
s eyes.

“When these punks knocked you around, did you hit your head at all?”

“No. They punched my head, here,” he pointed to his lip, “and here,” pointing to his eye.

“The x-rays show no breaks around the jaw or the eye socket, though I do believe you
’
ll have a rather nice shiner in a couple hours. The cuts are fairly minor. They
’
ll heal best if we don
’
t mess with them, though I may run some medical adhesive on this one.” He
examined
Max
’
s eyebrow.

“The good news is that your ribs are not broken, the bad news is they
’
re going to hurt for a couple days. I
’
m afraid skydiving is a no-no until they heal,” he warned, stone-faced.

“Dang it. I
’
ll lose my deposit,” Max joked back. He liked this guy. He was warm, personable
,
and had a peaceful way about him.

“JD, the police want to talk to you about what happened. Do you feel up to it?” He slid the
light
back into his pocket and tucked his hands into the pockets of his scrub pants.

“Yes.” Max stood to put his shirt back on.

The doctor stopped him. “Let me get you something a little cleaner to wear.” He stepped into the hallway and came back in with a fresh pair of folded scrubs.

“Merry Christmas.” He set them on the bed
, along with a plastic bag Max assumed
was for his soiled clothes
.
“I know high school can be a pretty tough place sometimes, JD, but I promise, it does get better. Hang in there.”

“I will,” Max vowed. He changed into the blue scrubs, wondering where Mel was. He had no idea how she
’
d even get to the hospital without a car. A rap on the door answered his questions. Jeff and Mel entered the cubical, making the claustrophobic space feel even tighter.

“Sweetie!”
Mel
rushed him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He knew she
’
d been crying by the mascara staining down her cheeks. “Baby, Jeff told me what happened. I can
’
t believe anyone would want to hurt you.” She continued blubbering on his shoulder. Jeff laughed quietly when Max rolled his eyes.

“Have the police been in here yet?” Jeff asked.

“No. I
’
ve been waiting but they haven
’
t show
n
up.”

“When they do, don
’
t mention the bats,” he whispered.

“What did you say?” Mel asked, drying her face.

“I said don
’
t forget to mention the dog crap. It
’
s all over his clothes,” Jeff explained to Mel.

“Yes. I can
’
t believe you hid in there. Why, JD? Why?” Mel took a tissue from the side table and wiped
her
smeared mascara off.

“Better a little dog poo than dead, mom.” Wrong answer. She burst into tears all over again.

As he worked to calm her down, the
ER
lit up with activity for the second time since Max arrived. A gurney, with two nurses and a doctor surrounding it, came flying by his room throwing Mel into another round of tears.

Two policemen came and questioned Max about what happened. He gave a blow by blow description to the cops, inciting another
yet
round of tears from Mel.

“We have his address. We
’
ll bring him in. You
’
ll both need to come by the station and sign a complaint.” After they left, a nurse came in and ran a bead of what
appeared to be
super glue along the cut near his eyebrow. She instructed Mel to watch for signs of dizziness, double vision, nausea, and the list went on. Mel was beside herself when the nurse finally finished. Another gurney with yet another team of doctors and nurses surrounding it flew by Max
’
s room.
Mel
signed the release forms, wanting to get out of the
ER
as quickly as possible.

“Is it always this busy?” she asked the nurse.

“During the fall and winter months, no. But spring and summer are usually crazy. We get a lot of chest pain this time of year. People, who have spent the winter with their butts glued to a chair watching football, decide to get out and play some. Instant heart attack,” she said. “Okay, you
’
re all set. Give this paperwork to the checkout secretary and you can leave. Take it easy, JD.”

“I
’
ll give you guys a ride home,” Jeff volunteered.

“Thank you so much, sweetie,” Mel said
,
squeezing his arm. “I
’
m grateful for all you
’
ve done for JD and me today.”

“Not a problem, Mrs. Miller.”

Mel took Max
’
s arm to lead him outside, only they never made it.
The
cheerleaders
and his teammates Max had seen earlier with Em
rushed the entrance. Jeff grabbed Elise as she ran by, a terrified
expression
on her face.

“Elise, what
’
s going on?”

“It
’
s awful. We were practicing the pyramid stunt for the championship game, but the ending wasn
’
t grand enough for Em and she tried to stand up on top and fell off. Oh, Jeff, she
’
s dead.”