Chapter 67

"He's what?!" Brie shouted when David told her about Matt.

"He's been shot in the leg. We have a doctor en route as we speak, and I'm sure your friend the General is going to come along for the ride.

"If he dies, I'm going ape shit on the General, pregnant or not. That man will feel my wrath."

"Brie, I'm begging you, for the sake of our unborn child, don't. Let me handle it. I have more than enough reason to beat the hell out of that man."

"Besides, Brie", Nicole said, "you've already beat the shit out of him. Let the guys have their fun now. It will be a huge blow to his ego."

"Not a huge a blow as getting his ass kicked by a pregnant woman", Brie said. "Nothing is worse than that."

"But, honey, you were already pregnant when you beat his ass the first time. You're about five months pregnant. It was four months ago that you beat him to shit", David said. "You've already achieved that goal."

Brie took and deep breath and let it out with a shudder. "Fine. You can handle it. Just make sure that Mike, Dan, and John get me out of the room before I lose my cool and end up losing the baby."

"Will do, now eat some breakfast and drink that juice. That's not a request."

She huffed. "Fine." She sat down and ate her breakfast.

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David was standing at the door when the medical team arrived with the General in tow. "How is he?" the General asked when he walked in the door.

"Hello to you too, General. Matthew is weak and has lost a lot of blood. He was shot on his run here by a scouting party of Utopianists that was looking for him."

"Offer my condolences to your wife, please, David. I'm sure she doesn't want to see my face right now."

As David opened his mouth to answer, Brie stepped into the room. "You're right, I don't and yet here you are, mother fucker", she said.

"I am sorry, Mrs. Draiman."

"Take your apology and stick it up your ass", she said. She walked over to David and kissed his cheek. "Baby, I'm going to lay down for a while. Keep me apprised of what's going on."

"Of course." He kisses her chastely on the lips, then she left the room. "If my wife looses this baby because of all the stress that you and the other assholes at the Agency have put her through, I'm holding you personally responsible, General", David said, then went to go see how Matt was doing.

The Doctor didn't look happy. "The wound is too dirty to tell how extensive the damage is, and I'm afraid to clean it because I don't want to cause him any more pain than necessary", he said.

"Doctor, this man is a Marine. 'Pain is weakness leaving the body', is his motto. Clean the fucking wound, or if I have to, I'll go get the Everclear from the liquor cabinet and do it myself. Make up my mind, Doctor."

"Are you related to this man?" the Doctor asked David.

"He's my brother- in- law. My wife has authorized me to make all decisions concerning him on her behalf."

The Doctor nodded. "As next of kin, I have to honor your request. I'm going to have to get him started on a transfusion and IV fluids as soon as I get the wound debried and closed. He's hanging by a thread."

"Then do it, Doctor. Save this man's life. He's a fucking hero of the cause and the first to escape from the prison facility in Denver."

The Doctor's eyes grew wide. "This... THIS is Matthew Cartwright?"

"Yes, Doctor, and he's my brother. SAVE HIM!"