Free A Changed Man (Altered Book 1) by Unknown Page B

continued running her hands up and down his ankle softly pressing on the bones.  Remington winced.
    "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" she asked concerned.
    "It's a bit tender," he said.  But trust me, I can endure it if you'll keep your hands on me. He thought.
    "Let's get it wrapped up." Jackie took the ace bandage out of the case and very gently wrapped Remington’s ankle just tight enough to keep it immobile. "I have a brace as well, but lets wait and see if the swelling goes down first." Jackie grabbed a pillow from the couch and set it on the coffee table. "Rest your foot on this."  Remington did as she told him, his ankle feeling better already with just having the bandage on.
    "Okay, now the cuts.  Some of these look pretty deep; you must have lost a lot of blood." She said. Jackie pulled out some antibiotic salve and used a Q-tip to rub it on his wounds. Putting bandages on the smaller ones; butterfly bandages on the bigger ones, and not quite knowing what to do with the really big ones. "I think a few of these need real stitches, I've never done that before." She said feeling a little embarrassed.
    "That’s okay." Remington laughed. "Why would you have? Hand me the needle and suture thread."
    "You’re going to do it yourself?" Jackie asked surprised.
    "Yea, it's okay. I've done it before."
    Jackie looked at him like he'd lost his mind.  "Are you a Doctor?" She asked.
    "No, but I took some medical training in the military."
    "Oh! I'm not sure if I can watch this." She said, afraid of getting nauseous.
    "I would love a cup of coffee." Remington said flashing her a bright smile.
    Jackie understood what he just did for her, and she appreciated it. "That I can do." She said, and got up and headed for the kitchen.
     
     
     
    Slade Thompson sat in his office going over security camera footage.  He'd arrived back at The Den around nine A.M.  He spent half the day in a meeting trying to figure out what to do with the incompetent chimps he called employees. He threatened their jobs and their lives.  He also put them all on twelve-hour shifts and in teams of two to tighten up security. There weren’t any cameras in the cells, but there were in the hallways. He watched Remington Cross make his way down the corridor that led to the cliff exit. He watched him take down that lazy guard Mike and break the handle off of the door before escaping through the cave tunnel. That’s where it ended.  There were no cameras in that particular tunnel, no reason for them.  That was a suicide escape attempt for anyone stupid enough to go out onto the cliff. He didn’t understand how Remington could have broken the handle seeing how the operation was a failure with him. Or was it? He thought. Either way, he's probably dead now.  There was no way he could have made it across the cliff face, and falling into the raging icy river below was a sure death sentence. Slade rewound the footage; trying to get a good look at how Remington escaped his cell, but the camera was at the far end of the dimly lit hallway.  Therefore, he had no view of him actually leaving the room. Just then, his phone rang.
    "Smith." He answered curtly.
    "Mr. Smith, it's Josh.  The search team just pulled in."
    "Send Austin to my office as soon as he comes in."
    "Yes sir, Mr. Smith."
    Slade hung up the phone. He would wait to hear from the leader of his search team before deciding how to proceed. He turned back to the monitor and restarted the footage.
     
     
     
     
    "Cream or sugar?" Jackie asked from the kitchen.
    "Just black thanks." Remington had just put the knot in the final suture and was covering it with a bandage when Jackie walked back over to the couch and handed him his coffee. "Smells great, thank you.”
    "I should thank you, for giving me a reason not to have to watch what you were doing." She said; looking at him with her nose wrinkled up. "I made the guest room up for you.  You should probably get some sleep."
    "Yeah, I'm exhausted, and the