The Least Likely Suspect
Mike hesitated pouring out his feelings to Hope. He didnít know why. She knew how he felt about
Carrie. Had he gotten so good at holding in his feelings that he couldnít express them out loud? He hoped that
wasnít the case. Maybe this was meant to be. Him telling Hope everything that happened. The kiss he shared with
Carrie in the abandoned hut still haunted him. He wondered if Carrie still thought about it. Of, course, she did,
you dim wit. She thought it was Austin kissing her. He started at the beginning. At least as far back as he could
remember loving Carrie. It must have been the day John asked him to watch out for her since Austin was acting so
distant. That was nearly a year ago. God, had it really been a year? Time flew by so quickly these days, and Mike
didnít want to lose another minute of it.
Hope smiled at him and nodded, but her smile didnít quite reach her face. It was a worried smile. A smile that
meant something was on her mind. A smile of pain. He knew the smile well. All thoughts of what heíd been rambling
about drifted away in his need to make Hopeís life a little better than his own. He smiled down at her with a genuine
100 carat smile. A smile of someone who understood. He pulled her into his arms trying to comfort her the best
way he knew how. The medicinal atmosphere of the hospital faded into insignificance as Hope cried on Mikeís shoulder.
He knew about Billie and her pregnancy. He also knew that this put Bo in an awkward position. It couldnít be easy
on any of them. Ironic, thought Mike, how similar their situations were.
Sami came upon the two cousins comforting each other. She slipped back into the adjoining hallway waiting to hear
an interesting tid bid of information she could use to get Austin back.
"Donít worry," whispered Mike. "Somehow weíll each get the people we want. God knows how but it
will happen. Youíll be with Bo and Iíll be with Carrie." Mike patted his cousinís head but she quickly pulled
away from him.
"Iím not so sure anymore Mike. Billie always finds away to come between us. Iím tired of fighting her."
Hope turned and looked up at Mike. "I donít want to fight her anymore."
"Youíre not going to give up on Bo, are you? You canít. You both love each other and have gone through so
much to be together."
"I know, thatís why itís so hard. I wish it would all go away." Hope gestured in the direction of the
exit. "I wish SHE would go away."
Sami watching from a distance smirked.
"Thatís right, Mike. You get Carrie away from Austin anyway you can. And if Bo and Hope happen to get back
togetheró well, Franco will just have to fend for himself."
Sami walked away with a grin that would embarrass the Cheshire cat. While Sami was dreaming of her ultimate victory,
paramedics wheeled in a woman on a crash cart. One of them yelled out to Mike and he came straight over.
"What do we have?" Mike quickly assessed the situation.
"Internal bleeding. She was unconscious when we arrived," said a female EMS worker.
Mike glanced down at the patient. Her mouth was covered with a clear plastic mask. Blood stained her pants and
the hem of her shirt.
"Oh, my, God! Billie," whispered Hope in horror. She stumbled backward holding her hand to her mouth.
"I have to call Bo."
As she turned around she bumped into a chair. It skidded a few inches and she tried to mask the noise by holding
it still. Her hand trembled as she tried to steady the motionless chair. Her eyes focused on the doors to ER when
they burst open suddenly. Austin ran through the ER waiting room abruptly stopping only a few feet from Hope. She
noted how strange it was to see him without Carrie by his side. He looked like a lost and scared little boy as
he approached her. He was out of breath and in a panic.
"Billie. Where is she?" Hope thrust her hands against Austinís shoulders.
"Austin, there is nothing you can do until Mike examines her. Heís an excellent doctor. Iím sure sheíll be
fine." Hope could hear herself say the words but what she didnít know was where the voice of authority was
coming from. She, herself, had been horror stricken only minutes earlier.
Austinís breathing became a little less rapid as Hope led him outside. The two of them walked until they reached
the pier. Neither of them talking. Only knowing they were both being there for each other. What happened next was
Footsteps pounded behind them. A man, in a rush to get by, barreled between them throwing Hope into a fishing net
on one side of the pier. Austin retained his balance before nearly falling into Salem Lake. A pulley attached to
the net unhooked itself from itís mooring and swung in the direction Austin had stumbled. He quickly ducked but
raised up too soon. The pulley slammed into the right side of his head with a sickening thud. After impact the
pulley unwound itself from the rope it had been attached to falling into Hopeís hands. Austin fell to his knees.
She threw the bloody pulley down and got up to help Austin. The movement was too fast and her head swum. She grabbed
for the rope and steadied herself. The blood from the pulley marked her hands and now the rope. She fell to her
hands and knees next to Austin yelling for someone to call an ambulance.
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