Trenton County Memorial Hospital, Denver Colorado...
Dark eyes opened to the strangeness of an all-white room and the chill of an overused air conditioner. It had taken Lonnie Collins a bit of time to get his bearings, but he was sure he'd been held up in a hospital room of sorts. Fury filled him once again as he struggled against what he found to have been arm restraints on each of his wrists. He growled as he found himself looking straight into the eyes of a rather nervous nurse who had come to check on him. He struggled a bit more and found the pain in his right shoulder had been lingering as the memory of being shot in it played back in his mind before he found himself giving in to his rather odd situation.
"The least you can do is tell me what the fuck I am doing here," he growled at the nurse who had still been staring at him.
"I'll get someone," she said as Lonnie continued to struggle against his restraints.
Lonnie rolled his eyes as she disappeared out the door and turned his attention toward the machines that beeped and clicked alongside him.
It was apparent that he'd been in the hospital for some reason and the pain from the wound in his shoulder had been a part of it. Lonnie had not had to ponder his situation for long as the older detective Hank Gordon came into the room accompanied by a doctor in a white lab coat and the nurse who had previously run off to fetch him. The three of them looked Lonnie over and seemed to be more interested in the machines than him.
"He appears to be stable." said the doctor.
"Can he be questioned?" asked Det. Gordon.
"I don't see why not, just try and keep from upsetting him too much." replied the doctor. "Blood pressure and all that."
Det. Gordon nodded as he turned his attention back to Lonnie.
"Is your name, Lonnie Collins?" asked Gordon with a suspicious expression given all he had heard about the unruly man before him.
"Who wants to know?" asked Lonnie narrowing his eyes at the aged cop.
"Detective Hank Gordon, Homicide division." replied the older man.
"A little out of your element ain't you Gordon," replied Lonnie with something of a smirk. "This isn't exactly a homicide case."
"Our paths seemed to keep crossing," replied Gordon casually.
"Or maybe you happen to be the lap dog of a certain whore." growled Lonnie in annoyance. "Seems to be quite a few people lined up to do her bidding."
Gordon sighed.
He had heard that this Lonnie character had been something of a handful from those closest to him but seeing it up close and in person was another matter altogether. Lonnie continued to glare at the older detective before turning his attention toward the familiar face that peered inside the glass pang of the wooden door to his apparent hospital room.
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Room 3, Trenton County Memorial Hospital, Denver Colorado...
Fear had been quite tangible as it crept across Julia Rawsone's seemingly lovely face the moment she entered the hospital room and caught sight of the enraged man who had been hooked up to machines with a scowl filed across his face. His dark eyes narrowed as she approached his lips turned up in disgust at the very sight of her. In her heart of hearts, she knew all too well that the man Detective Gordon brought in had not been her husband at all, but his unruly counterpart who had not been pleased in the least to have been apprehended for going his own way.
Julia sighed as she gathered her courage before entering the room.
The enraged Lonnie Collins glared at her as he seemed to have suspected that she'd been behind his current predicament. His embittered response to her appearance seemed to puzzle Detective Gordon as he turned his attention to Mrs. Rawsone for the first time since she entered the hospital room.
"There was no sign of Bortnik, but your husband had given us plenty of trouble," said Gordon in a gruff tone. "That was of course before one of my men ended up taking him down."
"Won't happen again old man I assure you," he growled in all manner of bitterness.
Lonnie glared at Julia and Gordon as he noted the restraints around his wrists.
Julia had caught sight of them as well and they seemed to bring her at least some measure of relief as far as being right back in the presence of an angry Lonnie had not been ideal for her in the least. She was pleased to see that he'd been alright despite what took place at the farmhouse and did her best to keep her cool given how she had not even informed her husband about her current pregnancy.
In her heart of hearts, she knew that Hadrian Rawsone would want this child, but she also knew that had the child been truly Gary's he'd want the same. Lonnie showed no inclination to give an inch in terms of allowing her to at least speak to her ailing husband about the subject of not only their marriage but the unborn child that could potentially have been his.
"Can't just leave well enough alone can you?" growled Lonnie growing tired of her presence. "You make me sick, and you think hauling me down here via a police escort is gonna somehow make me interested in the likes of you? get real...I have no interest in being with you no matter what you come up with...once a slut always a slut."
Julia weathered the brand of insults that she knew would be coming her way. She had little to no choice as it was given that Lonnie was hellbent on denying her requests to see her husband. His hatred of her seemed to know no bounds as he continued to glare at her in a murderous fashion.
Still, she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of leading her to burst into tears. She'd fight him back at every turn with every fiber of her being. After all, she had a family to defend and he was only making their current, but highly manageable issues a lot worse.
"Say what you want about me, asshole, but Hadrian is still my husband and I'll stop at nothing to bring him back." she challenged.
"Wasting your time," growled Lonnie before turning his attention to the rather stunned detective who seemed out of the loop in terms of the apparent issues between the husband and wife.
It was well beyond Gordon's paygrade to play marriage counselor and from the looks of it, Rawsone or Collins had every right to be upset with his so-called wife.
"Well, I'll leave you to it," he said heading out the door and giving them their much-needed privacy.
Julia sighed as Gordon walked out knowing all too well that Lonnie wouldn't hold back in his belittling of her in the least without an audience.
"I'm pregnant," she said hoping to quell his rising temper and at least spark some aspect of compassion from the bound man to allow her to speak to her ailing husband.
"I don't see how that's my problem," replied Lonnie rather smugly. "Why don't you go tell Gary all about it and leave me the hell alone."
Julia rolled her eyes.
"I figured you'd want to know considering we've had sex on more than one occasion," she replied.
"Fuck you," growled Lonnie still struggling with his wrists being bound.
Unable to take his venomous words, Julia became a bit enraged herself.
"You're never getting out of here." she threatened him. "Especially not so you can run off with that freak you call a patient."
"Still pissed he rides my dick better than you?" replied Lonnie not mincing words as he knew exactly how to hurt her.
Julia's rage got the better of her and before she knew it she'd seen her way to slapping Lonnie across the face causing him to struggle against the binds in a bid to return the favor.
"Sick bastard," she growled before storming out of the room unable to keep her composure for very long due to the fluctuating hormones from her pregnancy and her vile words hitting their mark.
Lonnie grinned in reaction to her apparent pain and once more struggled against the bindings to no avail. He was desperate as it were to get back to Alexei and their home on the farm. He did not doubt that the blond lad would be looking for him as well as an explanation as to why he'd disappeared.
"Lex," he said in something of a hopeless tone as he closed his eyes as the echoes of their last blissful encounter filled his mind.
Lonnie knew all too well that he'd find a way to get back to him.
He always did.