Drive Me Wild Part 6

I walked to the car, limping slightly, with a dirty cook's towel tied around the gash in my arm. When I got there, Mo was just sitting there, happy as if he had a whole brain. I slammed on the frame of the door as I approached and it was about as close to startled as I've ever seen the guy be.

"Oh, Cal, what happened?"

I became exasperated quickly, "What happened? What happened?! What happened is the guy who was supposed to watch my back is fucking undead! What happened was, I was expecting you to charge in after fifteen minutes and toss me my pistol, real Tonto like! But what actually happened?  I just splattered a second generation cannibal, at least that I've encountered, all over the wall of his own kitchen where he cooked PEOPLE! But that only happened after an extremely painful gash in my arm from a fucking MEAT CLEAVER!"

Mo looked at his feet, he seemed ashamed.

"I'm sorry Cal. Really, I'm truly sorry. I just lost track of time; you know I never carry a watch, and you took the keys. I'll do better next time."

He truly seemed sorry. Great, now I felt like an asshole because I tore into the poor freak.

"Shit, don't worry about it. Hopefully there won't be a next time."

I tried to give him a small grin; it may have come off as more of a grimace though. I knew before I said it that there was gonna be a next time. There was always a next time.

"Slide over ya creep."

I grabbed another bottle of whiskey from the back; tossed the empty box out into the desert, and the shotgun in the back; opened the driver's side door; and sat down. I let out a sigh of relief, but knew it wasn't going to last long with what I had to do. I opened the bottle of whiskey and took a swig. Grabbing onto the knot in the towel, I tugged it until it came loose. The blood had sunk into the towel and dried right on the gash, so pulling it off was going to suck. I handed Mo the bottle.

"Hold this for a second."

"Why?"

"Just do it, please!"

He grabbed the bottle from me as I grabbed a corner of the towel, carefully lifting up til I got to the slice in my arm. I began to peel the dried-on rag off of my open wound. To say it hurt was an understatement. I peeled it off excruciatingly slow, excruciating being the operative word in that sentence. As I peeled it off, the gash began to ooze blood anew. At that point I stopped and wiped up the blood with another corner of the towel.

"Cal, it hurts less if you just rip it off."

"Fuck you. I will do no such thing!"

"Alright, but I'm just sayin'."

I glared at him and let out a kind of a low growl before I got back to work. By the time I got the whole thing off, I was getting' quite a bit of blood oozing out of it. I mopped it up with the towel, and then looked to Mo.

"Whiskey please."

He rolled his eyes, "Must you do this?"

"Look, unlike you, I have living tissue! This will get infected if I don't do this."

He handed me the bottle reluctantly.

I opened the car door and stuck my affected arm outside. Keeping the bottle cap in my teeth as a bracer, I poured some of the whiskey onto the cut. I let out a loud throaty growl as the liquid hit the re-opened wound to kill the germs. It hurt like a bitch, but it did the trick. After I was satisfied that most of the bacteria had been killed I climbed out and walked to the trunk. I opened it again and dug through the boxes for anything clean I could tie around this. Musta been my lucky night, I found the first aid kit. I slid in the seat with it and looked to Mo.

"You swiped the first aid kit that was there when we moved in?"

He let out a stifled chuckle, "Yeah, figured you'd need it eventually."

"If you weren't undead and a guy, I'd kiss you right now."

"Glad I could help."

I pulled out a large gauze pad and an Ace bandage from the metal box. As I was wrapping my arm I motioned for Mo to check out the glove box. As he opened it, I could see some shit was going down. As I tied the towel off around the ace bandage, I saw the crystal was brighter and was beginning to melt into the plastic of the glovebox. For the second time in a two hour period I couldn't think of anything to say but…

"What the fuck?"