A Vigil for Justice, is a serial thriller fiction novel. Updates of 1,000-1,500 words will be posted every Friday.
Recap: Sixteen-year-old Melanie Craig and her family live in the small Colorado mountain town of Blue River. Since the end of World War Three, the economy in the United States has dropped out making funding law enforcement impossible and increasing crime rates in all, but the smallest towns. The government passes a Law allowing anyone over 16 to kill three other people during their life. Vigilante justice doesn’t seem like the right solution to Melanie, but she has no choice other than to learn how to protect herself and her family.
Eric drove like a madman, squealing tires at every corner and blowing through traffic lights hammering on the horn.
Melanie held firm pressure on her mother’s stomach. The blood was seeping between her fingers. “Hold on mom.”
Eric threw a glance back at her. He was hard to read, his expression stoic. She didn’t know if she should be saying goodbye to her mom or if it was going to be all right. She didn’t want to ask.
They bumped over something.
“What was that?” Melanie asked her heart racing.
“We’re almost there,” he said as he turned his face forward.
He pulled the hummer up to the ambulance entrance hitting the horn twice and then jumping out. Three men in blue and red scrubs came dashing out with a gurney as Eric pulled open the backdoor. “She’s been shot in the stomach.”
The men pulled while Melanie pushed her mom out of the back seat. Jennifer groaned and her eyes fluttered as she slid onto the white sheet on the gurney. Melanie followed them inside with Eric a few steps behind her on the phone. She only caught a few words he was saying, “Jennifer…. shot….I don’t know…. Doctors took her.” Melanie stopped listening to him and focused on her mom’s now pale features.
They pushed the gurney down the hallway. Hospitals all smell the same. Everyone in the hall stepped aside to let them through. A doctor in a flapping white smock jogged to catch up to them.
“O.R. four,” he said.
They pushed through heavy metal doors and the man in red scrubs turned and stopped Melanie from entering.
“You have to wait out here. Your mom?” he paused bending down to look directly into her down cast eyes.
Melanie nodded her head.
He continued, “She is in good hands. Dr. Johns is our best surgeon. We’ll come talk with you as soon as she is out of surgery.”
Melanie didn’t move. She stared at the pale grey doors. He touched her arm and she jerked, and turned to look at him.
“My name’s James. How about you come back out to the lobby with me? You can get some hot chocolate and sit down. Are you hungry? I’m sure I can find something for you to eat.”
Melanie nodded slowly. She barely registered his gentle hand on her back as he led her back down the hall and planted her in a chair. A few minutes later, he brought her some crackers and hot chocolate. She wrapped her hands around the warm Styrofoam cup.
Memories of her father’s funeral drifted through her mind, his pale grey visage lying there in the ivory casket. Her mom had told her not to go in during the viewing, but she had to see him one last time. All the warmth of his skin had been left on the frozen mountain where the rescuers had found his body.
After a while, James left her and she was alone in the small lobby outside the operating rooms floating between the past and the present. She couldn’t lose her mom. Not now, how would she take care of Sam and where would they go?
She didn’t know how long she sat there. When she came out of the fog of memories, Eric was sitting next to her reading a Men’s Health Magazine. He flipped a page.
“What’s taking so long?” she whispered.
He closed the magazine and set it on the chair next on him.
The metal doors open and Melanie sprang to her feet, dropping the Ritz crackers that were in her lap onto the linoleum floor. She looked down at them.
“I’m Dr. Johns,” a man held out his hand to her.
She looked up at him. His walnut hair was peppered with grey. He gave her a small smile and then dropped his hand to his side. He was dressed in black slacks and a dress shirt. She could smell his spicy aftershave. “Melanie Craig right?”
“Your mom asked for you.”
Melanie grabbed his hand. “She’s Ok?”
He nodded. “She will be, but we are going to need to keep her here for a few weeks.”
“Can I see her?”
“We are moving her into a room. Once we have her set up, I’ll send a nurse out to take you to see her.”
The doctor eyed Eric before leaving them.
Melanie sank into the chair. She laughed a little and exhaled audibly.
“Is Karalynn coming?” Melanie asked and then remembering the crackers on the floor picked them up and opened them. She shoved three into her mouth. She held the package out to Eric.
He shook his head. “She doesn’t want to bring your sister until she knows your mom’s condition. She thought it would be better to not tell Sam until we had some idea about what would happen.”
Melanie shoved more crackers into her mouth.
Eric handed her a bottle of water. She grinned at him. He smiled and got to his feet. “I’ll go call Mrs. Christopoulos and let them know the good news.”
Melanie unscrewed the cap on the water. Dried blood was caked in the creases of her knuckles.
Melanie sat picking the darkened blood from beneath her nails. She glanced up. An older woman with a slight hunch in her back and a long white doctor’s smock met her eyes. She pushed her violet glasses up on the bridge of her nose. Melanie stood, but then the woman turned down another hallway.
Melanie paced from one end of the lobby to the other.
James reappeared after Melanie had made two laps across the room.
“Your mom is waiting for you,” he said.
A hanging lantern lamp in the corner of the room provided a dim glow in the room. She approached the edge of the bed. The head of the bed was slightly elevated. The color still had not returned to her mother’s face. A light green blanket covered her mom. Melanie sat in the chair next to the bed, and Jennifer pulled her hand from beneath the covers and rested it on her daughter’s.
Her mom’s hand was cold. Melanie wrapped it in her own.
“I love you mom.”
“I love you too Mel.”
She held her mother’s hand while she drifted off to sleep.