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speech.
    “Bonnie, this is Liza Wright. Officer Zeller is hurt. His car is at the Gridston curve toward I-75. He’s unconscious and bleeding.”
    “Got it. Everyone is out in pursuit of a suspect but I’ll call them back and get help out there. The EMT’s have already been dispatched and should arrive shortly. Does he have a pulse?”
    “Yes. It’s weak.” The tightness in the back of her throat as she peered up at Thor still hanging there motionless was painful. “Tell them to hurry, Bonnie.
    Please.” Liza didn’t care if the other woman heard the begging tone in her voice, she only cared about Thor.

    “I will. I promise.”
    “Thanks,” Liza said before she disconnected her phone.
    Lying down in the dirt, Liza grasped one of Thor’s hands in hers. It was warm, swollen and slightly purplish from the blood pooling in it. She began to speak softly to him, consoling words about help being on its way and how he was going to be all right. She wasn’t sure if he could hear her or not, she just needed to talk to him. It had been over two weeks since she’d last seen him in the bar and she’d purposely not gone into town in an attempt to avoid him. He had said a lot of hurtful words to her, but at that moment she would have given anything to hear his voice or see his piercing blue eyes.

    * * * *
Throbbing pain drummed a beat through Thor’s body. He laid on the bed motionless, afraid to move a single muscle in fear it would rebel and cause him to hurt even more. One of the last things he could recall was the horror in the teenage boy’s eyes as his car spun out of control and headed for his police car.
    Finally, the last view he saw as his vehicle began to flip and before everything went black was the taillights of the Monte Carlo as it sped away.
    Hell, had those kids not been racing, he’d have caught up with the drug runners.
    For a moment, he struggled to become conscious of his surroundings without opening his eyes. Even with the full body ache, he became aware that he was lying flat on something soft but firm. His ears noticed a steady beeping sound in tune with his own heartbeat. It didn’t take a genius to realize he was hulled up in a hospital. One of his least favorite places to be trapped falling a close second to staring down the barrel of a gun in the hands of an enemy.
    But, if he was in a hospital, the thing that didn’t make sense was why he smelled a light sweet scent reminding him of honeysuckles instead of antiseptic.
    Expecting to see a petite-sized blonde-haired person with hazel eyes, he was shocked to discover Jack. However, reality set in past all of the drugs they may have given him to minimize his pain. The princess had reason to be many places, but after how he’d treated her at the bar, this wasn’t one of them. He’d be lucky if she threw a handful of dirt on his casket at his burial.
    “Jack, you using your wife’s body wash again? I can smell you all the way over here.” He turned his head, eyeing his friend.
    “Well, you should smell shit.” Jack moved from his stance by the window and stood next to the bed. “Because I about crapped in my pants when I heard you were injured and in the hospital.”
    Thor chuckled and wished he hadn’t. Grabbing his ribs, he groaned.
    “Don’t worry, they’re not broken, just bruised,” Jack confirmed.
    Exhaling a breath as the pain subsided, Thor smiled as he said, “Well, I guess my shield is gone.”

    “Maybe.” His friend pulled a chair closer to the bed and sat down. “All heroes take a tumble. Next thing you know they come out stronger than before.
    Soon as your leg heals, you’ll be up and runnin’ in no time.”
    “If you say so, Jack.” Moving each leg slowly, Thor discovered quickly by the shot of pain his right leg was injured. He sucked in air between clenched teeth. “I say so, Thor.”
    He eyed his friend. “Then say you can get me out of this sickbed.”
    “Don’t doubt me, man.” Jack shook his head.