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Lunita Nesta
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Megan moaned as she opened her eyes. Her vision was blurred but she could hear Shawn calling for her. She fought to sit up but straps kept her held down. A paramedic placed a hand on her shoulder, "Lie still, we're taking you to a hospital. You're going to be alright." She felt so hazy, so weak. Her vision cleared and she was able to see Shawn. She offered him a slight smile, "Hi." Just saying that one word put her head in excruciating pain. She closed her eyes while listening to the paramedic talk into the radio, "On route with a twenty year old female, Caucasian, concussion with lacerations to her head. IV has been administered, further instructions?" The doctor came over the radio, "Bring her to room three of the trauma unit, over." The paramedic nodded, "Copy that, room three of the trauma unit. ETA three minutes, over." After she heard that, she fell asleep.
The kidnapper cursed as his leg was bleeding. That SEAL really pissed him off. It didn't matter, he would still get Megan. It was easy to figure out which hospital the rich girl was going to. He already had a lady on the inside of the hospital waiting for the girl's arrival. She would give him all of the information that he needed. A doctor was called to pull the bullet from his leg when he reached his other hideout. The kidnapper waited for his nurse to call him patiently. When the phone rang, he answered. "Sir, the girl is in the trauma room right now. They will be keeping her for the next forty eight hours due to the concussion she received. The police are here as well as news crews. Got to love the spoiled rich kids, huh?" The kidnapper didn't respond, just hung up his phone. He was going to get Megan back within the next forty eight hours. Before he would, Shawn would need to be taken care of. He did not like betrayal of any kind. He picked up his phone again, "It's me. I have a job for you. I will send you the information in a moment." The kidnapper sent Shawn's information to his contact.
The kidnapper cursed as his leg was bleeding. That SEAL really pissed him off. It didn't matter, he would still get Megan. It was easy to figure out which hospital the rich girl was going to. He already had a lady on the inside of the hospital waiting for the girl's arrival. She would give him all of the information that he needed. A doctor was called to pull the bullet from his leg when he reached his other hideout. The kidnapper waited for his nurse to call him patiently. When the phone rang, he answered. "Sir, the girl is in the trauma room right now. They will be keeping her for the next forty eight hours due to the concussion she received. The police are here as well as news crews. Got to love the spoiled rich kids, huh?" The kidnapper didn't respond, just hung up his phone. He was going to get Megan back within the next forty eight hours. Before he would, Shawn would need to be taken care of. He did not like betrayal of any kind. He picked up his phone again, "It's me. I have a job for you. I will send you the information in a moment." The kidnapper sent Shawn's information to his contact.