Ash

by D.J. Krimmer

One day, I hope to earn the right to talk to you about what happened that

night. Just know it wasn’t you. Not ever. I know you won’t take my help, but I’m here if you need anything, even just a person to talk to. My number is below, in case you deleted it. -Charming PS - Yes, I’m still going to call you sunshine. Don’t like it? Guess you’ll have to tell me to stop. PSS - I like charming.

My body deflates and I’m about to go inside and get her a blanket and pillow when I see a figure sitting in a chair at the end of the hall. It’s one of the male tenants we share

the floor with. He’s just sitting there… watching her. “Fucking pervert,” I growl while crouching down and shaking Sunday’s shoulder gently. “Come on Sunday; I can’t leave you out here any longer.”

“Ain’t gonna wake up.” The man calls from down the hall. “The girl was having some drug...

“Ma’am,” the medic interrupts her. “Do you know what day it is? How about your name? Do you know where–” “Damn, slow down.” I move toward Sunday, feeling a surge of protectiveness. These are all standard questions, but I know what he’s doing. He’s rushing to get this wrapped up because he wants to go and crash at the station.

I have a feeling this ain’t far from the truth on how they rush sadly

This is a typical call. She’s not in life-threatening danger, and they just want to run through the list and get out. And while that’s all fine and dandy anywhere else, they aren’t doing it tonight, not with Sunday, and not while I’m standing here. “She hit her head during her episode. You need to check her scalp. I know that’s cutting into

precious sleeping time, but you’ll manage.” “Ash,” Indy hisses, grabbing my arm. “Stop barking, or you’ll start a fight with them.” “N...

“Can we clone him? Like seriously, I need a man like him in my life–OW!”